It's a long night in the imperial capital, and the wind and rain are like darkness.
This night felt long for almost everyone.
I don't know how many people are lying on their beds tossing and turning, unable to sleep, looking out the window frequently and waiting for dawn.
The Daxing Palace is brightly lit, with candles burning on the terraces, almost reflecting the sky as clearly as the pavilions and palaces.
The palace attendants on duty were entering and exiting the palace in a hurry, and they were a little more solemn than usual.
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