The next day, at the third quarter of the hour of the dragon.
In the capital city, on the square in front of the imperial palace.
Officials from all over had gathered, dressed in ceremonial robes for worshiping the heavens, standing solemnly in rows along the central path, waiting quietly for the main event of the ceremony. Various ceremonial decorations, offerings, and the altar had all been arranged according to tradition. The entire square was silent.
No one knew why Zhu Youji had ordered the construction of mirrors everywhere. Nor did they understand why, after the Tatarians were struck by divine punishment, the Great Ming Dynasty chose to turn a blind eye and not pursue them further. Why was a grand sacrificial ceremony being held today? Why was it taking place in front of the Golden Throne instead of the ancestral temple? Countless questions lingered in the minds of the officials.
"Wooo, wooo, wooo..."