Two snow mastiffs were joyfully playing upon the cold, snow-laden ground, pouncing upon each other; only the cold gaze within the mastiff’s eyes reminded people that these were ferocious beasts.
The palace maid held onto the leash and stood to the side, showing that she was feeling somewhat bored. Snowflakes fluttered across her pretty eyes and you could make out the remnants of makeup across her brows; it was actually Mo Yu. She was originally a palace maid, if it wasn’t for Her Divine Majesty, The Divine Empress’ recognition, as the descendent of a convicted official, she would have spent her entire life in some secluded isolation palace.