In the early morning, as the rising sun appeared, today was the day of the Empress Dowager's funeral. All the common folk of the Capital came out to watch the spectacle, every street, tea house, and restaurant was crowded with people.
"Dong dong dong...!"
The sound of the soul-guiding copper gong echoed. The originally whispering crowd of commoners quieted down, craning their necks to look down the street...
At the corner, first appeared a person striking the copper gong, and gradually a procession appeared. At the very front was a bright red coffin, the red was extremely dazzling, causing some children to shut their eyes in fear.
The funeral procession was no less than several thousand people, majestically heading towards the Imperial Mausoleum in the suburbs...
