April skies are always accompanied by a continuous, fine drizzle.
The streets bustled with pedestrians holding aloft colorful paper umbrellas.
Zheng's Coachmen worked diligently, rushing through the main streets and small alleys as they hustled for fares.
As they dashed about, hearty laughter and rhythmic whistles echoed throughout the Imperial City, causing passersby to pause and smile—Zheng's Coachmen had long since become one of the two unique sights of the Imperial City.
The other unique sight, however, had recently vanished: a sky full of Ravens, all falling at once.
The sight of several thousand Ravens dropping dead from the sky in unison had sent the common people into a panic, who thought it a sign of a coming catastrophe from Heaven. But an announcement from an officials' family quickly dispelled the rumor, claiming no such thing had happened. Still, the officials couldn't cobble together a reasonable explanation for why it occurred.
