As dawn approached, there was a commotion at the residence of Liang Guogong and Shangshu Zuopu Shaofang Xuanling.,At the age of sixty, Fang Xuanling, wearing his official robes, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the snow-covered roof and wore a face full of worry.,Just wear it then. Even if I lose out on the bright future that comes with being the youngest department head in the province, it's not like it's the end of the world. Who knows when something like this, crossing over time, might happen。