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.,The young man seemed to realize that threatening him with death was ineffective. He couldn't help but grimace, pleading desperately: “Otherwise… could you please tell the Emperor Don’t make it Gao Yang, how about we choose a different one”,To be able to wear the clothes of the Tang Dynasty would not be bad, experiencing the feeling of having all under heaven submit and the country being prosperous with a proud populace.。