Kapitel 238: Chapter 238

The February wind brought frost and snow to the steppes. Ten thousand horsemen rode through the grass, and the ground shook in their wake.

Feng Zhiwei emerged from her tent, her eyes brightening as she turned to the waiting Helian Zheng.

A silver fox perched on top of his gemmed golden crown, the colors beautiful and radiant. He wore a well cut black mink coat embroidered with golden thread over long, golden silk robes, its buttons solid gold with black tassels. A masculine waistband embroidered with daring corals, jades, and agates was tight around his powerful waist, and he stood on dark, threatening boots. A readied sabre hung from his bronze waist scabbard, clinking quietly against his amber snuff-bottle.

His eyes shone like maroon wine in the sun, a pair of darkly glittering purple diamonds.

The familiar green-robed, mismatching-buttoned ruffian was unrecognizably dazzling and noble.