But her Cangyue Country is not like the weak and incompetent Fengling Country; it is impossible for them to obediently hand over their nation.

Likewise, they will not sit and wait for the Great Nan Dynasty to attack them.

Unfolding a secret letter that had been brought in, Empress Dowager Wen slowly finished reading it, a silent curve formed at the corner of her mouth.

She took paper and brush, and wrote four words on the white Xuan paper: As You Say.

...

In the Imperial Palace of the Great Nan Dynasty Capital.

Su Yan gazed at the white snow outside the window and suddenly sighed.

A year has passed just like that; this time last year, she was also watching the snow, and this year at the same time, she is still watching the snow.

And in this short year, Chu Yuxiao has conquered two countries, and she believes that before long, the dream of unifying the Six Kingdoms will come true.

The sky was vast and boundless; Su Yan looked up at the sky against the cold wind, and couldn’t help but smile.

No matter whether Chu Yuxiao can unify the Six Kingdoms or not, as long as she can always be by his side, that’s enough. This time, she will be with him forever.

Large snowflakes, like goose feathers, drifted down; Su Yan reached out her hand to catch them, and the crystal-clear snowflakes instantly melted away in her pink palm.

Wearing a bright red fox fur cloak, Su Yan suddenly became excited, lifted her skirt, and ran toward the spacious square.

The snow was half a foot deep, swallowing her boots; she walked with uneven steps in the snow, stopped at the center, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted loudly.

She loved the white snow, loved every day spent with Chu Yuxiao, loved everything about the Great Nan Dynasty...

Immersed in daily happiness, she could only express her inner excitement by shouting at the top of her lungs.

After a few shouts, Su Yan felt completely at ease.

Ignoring the palace attendants who ran over in alarm to see what was happening, she happily began to build a snowman.

She wanted to make two snowmen, one for herself and one for Chu Yuxiao.

Her small hands turned red from the cold didn’t bother her, nor did the harshly cold weather; she was entirely immersed in sudden joy.

Very soon, she piled up a tall mound of snow, then patted it firm, forming the body.

Next, she squeezed a handful of snow and rolled it on the ground into a large snowball, placing it atop the body as the head.