The biting cold of winter was almost as chilly as Ling Yanru's gaze, a gaze that had been focused on you ever since you stepped foot into the courtyard of Mingyong Academy.

The man standing before you was no longer your warm, gentle Master Yunxin who'd tutored you many years ago... but rather, a man who had been hardened by Dajing's ruthless political circles and forged into a revered politician. You wait with bated breath as he finally approaches you...