Chapter 8 — Tham Gia Horse Carriage

“Me and everyone else is the same.” After saying that, I turned and left. Hac Lien Soc was holding an umbrella and standing not far away. He tilted most of the umbrella canopy towards me, then stuffed the hand warmer into my hand. "Why are your hands so cold?" I shook my head. "Let's go home." At the end of the palace road, the Northern Dich King's carriage was stopping there. Before the car curtains came down, the last time I saw my father and mother were still kneeling in the snow. Later, when the Great Zhou envoys came to Beidi, they mentioned the Marquis Palace. His father gave up his position in the court and guarded his grandmother's temple every day, copying scriptures. Every time my birthday comes, my mother prepares three gifts, the part that belongs to me will be locked in a chest, never to be brought again. She finally learned how to divide things into three parts. But we don't need it anymore. (Run out of)