Zhou Shuren left the Palace more than half an hour ago, still limping his way out. Having knelt for so long, he meticulously calculated the duration—the first time he had ever knelt for such a long period. Fortunately, he hadn't changed out of his cotton trousers; otherwise, his legs would surely be afflicted with rheumatism from the icy ground which sent chills rushing straight to his knees. It was too cold.
Upon leaving the Palace gate, ignoring the surprised look from the General of the Gate Guards, he was helped onto the carriage by the eunuch, struggling twice before he managed to climb aboard.
Inside the carriage, Zhou Shuren shivered from the cold, no longer concerned with how much his legs hurt. Waves of chill spread from his heart throughout his body, coupled with cold sweat. He felt a lingering fear!
