On the tenth day of the twelfth month, snow had fallen throughout the entire night over the capital of the State of Zhao.

When Yu Jin rose before dawn, she nearly couldn’t open the door.

“The snow’s really piled up, hasn’t it? It’s even blocked the door... Someone, come here!” She called.

A rough-handed servant woman arrived with a shovel, clearing away the ice and snow from her doorway and pulling the door open for her. “I was just about to come shovel the snow. I didn’t think you’d be up this early.”