Stars and moon were absent, a cold wind howled, goose-feather snowfall blanketed the streets and alleyways, accumulating on rooftops. A line of carriages carrying flaming torches marched from each neighborhood's just-opened gate, their footsteps muffled by thick snow. They converged on Zhuque Street, forming a grand procession heading towards Chengtian Gate to attend court.,As dawn approached, there was a commotion at the residence of Liang Guogong and Shangshu Zuopu Shaofang Xuanling.,Mentioning this matter, Fang Jun's chest felt tight: "Mother, Father listens to you the most. You tell him to speak to the Emperor, can we not arrange this marriage"。