est time of winter wasn't when it snowed, but when the snow melted. The father and son stood with their hands tucked in their pockets at the front gate of the East Palace, shivering from the cold.The...u Qingshang's magnanimity in his words and laughter. Each person couldn't help but feel a surge of heroism in their hearts.With aspirations unfulfilled, how could one grow old······East Palace, Hundre...