As the night deepened, the majestic Imperial City seemed to regain its former tranquility. The breach in the city wall was gradually filled with huge stones by the Imperial Army, the civil and military officials left the Imperial City, preparing for the early court of the next day.
Thousands of palace lanterns shone brightly in the evening breeze.
Under the shade of the massive ginkgo tree, three incense sticks had burned out, and the window on the side of the sleeping hall was open.
Lu Yunzhi, having changed out of her dragon robe and dressed in crimson nightgown, lay silently on her pillow, her gaze unfocused on the mottled shadow of the tree branches, her thoughts unwittingly reflecting on:
"The tragic event of the 'seven princes' upheaval' is still unfolding today. Lin Shihuang defecting to the Demonic Sect is an ominous sign."
If it's about consolidating the political situation, the strength of Great Zhou's court must be enhanced.
