The morning before the burial of the Empress dawned. The active capital city was less noisy on the orders of the royal family. No hologram ads, no unnecessary street music, no dancing in the streets or singing. Businesses could be open but there would be no merry making.
All televisions were playing the same content: footage of the wedding of the Emperor and Empress. Others were playing her coronation, her anti tech rallies. Entertainment channels were showing footage of her flock of swan, best outfits through the years and some even included her scandals.
Above the city, security drones, imperial space ships and police vehicles buzzed over rooftops, their lenses scanning for signs of unrest. At airports, the security was even tighter as foreign dignitaries were welcomed into the empire to attend the burial.
Mei Mei found it boring. What she found more interesting was Kang Zhenzhen's visit to her house which was unexpected.
