The funeral ended.
And just like that, everything seemed to return to normal.
The Imperial Capital slowly resumed its rhythm.
The white banners remained, the mourning had not yet fully lifted—but beneath it, life continued.
At least… on the surface.
Then shocking news spread just after a day has passed.
Like a spark falling into dry grass.
"The Eleventh Prince… has been assassinated!"
Shock rippled through the capital as well as other parts of the Empire.
The announcement came abruptly.
The Eleventh Prince was dead.
Found in his own residence.
There were no signs of struggle.
No trace of intrusion.
No evidence left behind.
Only his lifeless body.
It was said that a maid had gone to deliver his usual meal.
She entered, only to find the lifeless body of the prince.
The news had barely been digested before another followed.
"The Thirteenth Princess has also been assassinated!"
Two royals!
Dead in less than a day after the Emperor's funeral.
