Prince Gong rode his splendid horse forward, he could already see the city gate from afar. Inside and outside the Capital, the temples and Taoist monasteries were ringing their bells. At the Emperor's demise, the bell should toll thirty thousand strokes.
A horse caught up from behind, "Your Highness! Without a summons, we cannot enter the Capital, we can only wait in the suburbs."
Prince Gong looked at the city gate now within sight, reluctantly pulling on the reins.
Unexpectedly, Father left so suddenly, and he hadn't prepared his plans. Acting rashly would not guarantee success.
"Then wait at the manor in the suburbs, and when the court sends people to announce the mourning, have the procession move faster, I will wait for them to join me in the suburbs."
