Flame Camp, Inner City.
Clad in fiery red, the Queen took advantage of the empty courtyard to raise a wine gourd and take long, deep swallows.
Generals Zhou and Zhao, along with the Commanders who had recently become Extraordinary, also emerged from the Council Hall.
General Zhou held out his palm. Snowflakes landed on his large, rough, warm hand and immediately vanished, leaving only a hint of coolness without a trace of moisture.
"This snow is too light. It could fall all night and still not wet the ground."
"Hey, Old Zhou, never mind how heavy it is. As long as it's snowing, that's what matters!"
"That's right. Any snow is a blessing."
Everyone was all smiles.
"Her Majesty the Queen? How about we have something special for dinner tonight?"
