Early spring in March, where grass thrives, and orioles flit. The best time of the year.
However, in this splendid season, the entire territory of the Great Ming Empire doesn't exhibit any hint of early spring, and instead, there's an overbearing atmosphere.
All because of one thing. That is, half a month ago, the imperial court finally released the news: The emperor passed away in his palace.
The news shook the world when it was released.
The death of the emperor results in rivers of blood and tens of thousands of corpses. The world mourns.
No matter how many people think the emperor absurd and incompetent, without a doubt, he is the lord of this vast Great Ming Empire, the ruler of the countless miles of its dominion, the sovereign of billions of subjects.
Therefore, even during the season of growth and regeneration, the world grieves. The people in the various states, counties, and cities all wear solemn faces, daring not to raise their voices or laugh, to avoid troubles.
