Inside the Biluoyuan Courtyard, nothing could be heard except the weeping of women. Amidst the bitter chill of midwinter, many present felt sweat beading on their crowns.
It was a sweat fueled by pent-up rage and fury.
Foremost among them were the commoners who had lost loved ones, their eyes burning with hatred and malice as they glared fixedly at Zhu Zifeng.
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