The Hour of Hai1. In the palace, the Sixth Prince’s study.
Zong Zheng Lin finished writing the memorial and walked slowly towards the window to watch the mottled shadows of the trees and the far-off sky, which appeared gloomy due to the impending rain. There were no stars shining, only large dark clouds. The air felt stuffy.
Very good. It matched well with the scenery. A storm was approaching……