The day before Qingming, it rained heavily all day in the Capital.
Perhaps due to the mental burden of De'an's water crisis, Yunluo felt somewhat heavy-hearted as she watched the continuous curtain of water under the eaves.
Meanwhile, many citizens in the Capital had heard rumors about De'an.
The official road from De'an to the Capital had been partially cleared; while carriages couldn't pass, horseback riders or pedestrians could manage. Several officials from the Ministry of Revenue had already set out.
The situation in De'an City was unclear, causing unrest among the people in the Capital, who feared the torrential rain might bring disaster to the Capital as well.
Fortunately, on the day of Qingming, though the Capital remained cloudy, there was no rain.
The sky was incredibly dark. Yunluo freshened up and got dressed before heading to the ancestral hall with her parents.
Du Gongfu, with a stern face, stepped down from the sedan chair and gestured to the bowing juniors.
