Today, the capital was shrouded in a hazy morning mist. The horizon was just beginning to show a pale fish-belly white, and the sun had yet to appear, but the streets were already bustling with commoners rushing about to make a living.
Large iron cauldrons were set up here and there, slowly releasing the savory aromas of various delicacies. The people of Daxia always possessed an extraordinary talent and obsession when it came to food.
Along the central imperial thoroughfare, officials dressed in various court robes walked in small groups toward the imperial palace. Because they lived not far from the palace, no one took a carriage or sedan chair unless they had a physical disability. Under Xia Hong’s strict administration, these ministers kept a profile that was as low as they could possibly manage.
Chapter 25