In the Imperial Palace, the young Emperor was anxious and worried. Taking advantage of Lin Yi's absence, she disregarded Ying Yi's admonitions and personally went to the lookout platform of the Imperial Palace.
A vast expanse of the Imperial City lay soaked in muddy floodwaters, only the tips of the roofs left visible on the lower-lying houses.
"Is this a test from the heavens? After so much effort to drive the barbarians out of Dayou, my people have only enjoyed a few days of peace and now this flood has come."
The young Emperor was heavy-hearted, letting the chilly wind blow over her unrestrained.
Seeing this, Ying Yi hurried over with a robe, gently draping it over the young Emperor.
But the young Emperor flung the robe aside, self-reproachfully saying: "What use is this robe to me now? How many of my subjects are still submerged in the floodwaters, freezing and starving? How could I have the face to wear this robe?"
