Shangning City.
This city, itself built upon ruins, now had another quarter of its districts reduced to rubble. Most families in the city were now draped in the white of mourning.
Funeral dirges had played for ten days and ten nights, yet they could not see off all who had died in the coup. The sounds of wailing tore away the city's veneer of prosperity, revealing its cruel reality.
「The Prime Minister's Mansion.」
Carriages choked the main street in front of the gate, but no one could get an audience with the Chancellor. Yet, no one was willing to leave.
"The Crown Prince has arrived!"
A powerful, resonant voice boomed from the main gate. A squad of Dragon Guards arrived first at the entrance. Seeing them, the mansion guards immediately notified the resident Chief Historian. By the time the Crown Prince reached the entrance, the central doors had been thrown wide open.
