The sky was dark and overcast, and white lanterns were hung throughout the Imperial Palace. There was light, but the sound of sobbing was carried by the wind from afar. The lanterns swayed wildly in the rain, the candle flames seemed ready to extinguish at any moment, and white curtains billowed in the air, adding to the eerie fear.
"What depressing words are you saying!"
Duke Zhongyong frowned.
He glared at Gu Fuju, then advised Wei Zhao.
"For these days while the Crown Prince lies in state, there are three rites daily—morning, noon, and night. Everyone from princes to fourth-rank officials must attend the ceremonies, accompanied by the women of the court."
"Now that something has happened, it's unlikely anyone can leave the palace today."
"You should go. It's late at night, and with the rain coming down harder later, the roads will be difficult to traverse."
