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.,Fang Xuanling rushed to court in a hurry, but the appointed time had already passed. Although the emperor was usually quite tolerant of old and trusted officials like him and rarely scolded them, Fang Xuanling, who had served diligently for many years, took his responsibility very seriously and would never take advantage of the emperor's favor to be careless.,It wasn't until Fang Jun entered junior high school that he learned there was another historical figure with the same name as him: Fang Jun, whose courtesy name was Yiai.。