All the resentment, insincerity, and lack of control that had built up over the past decade finally erupted.
Many people died in the palace that day, a heavy rain ended it all.
Everything returned to its usual calm.
Then the second day, the third day, and the fourth day came with three consecutive days of snow which made the plum blossoms compete in their brilliance.
A breeze brushed past, causing the plum blossoms to fly about wildly within the palace walls, like souls longing for freedom, escaping from the palace walls.
They seemed like a memorial to these patriotic martyrs, a commemoration reaching the kingdom of heaven.
Rumor had it that the emperor had been bewitched by a demoness which caused him to carry out such a massacre.
On the fourth day, the death knell rang in the palace.
The mournful sound echoed inside the high palace walls, lingering for a long time.
