Heavenly Tang Brocad

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.,Could it be that I, myself, have crossed over into the body of this esteemed gentleman who lived over a thousand years ago,It's all dad's fault, if he had named me Fang Shiling it would have been much better...。