The red sun hangs low, with a fiery sky at the horizon, the whole Holy City is enveloped in wisps of smoke.
After a busy day, commoners return to their homes as usual, greeted by steaming meals and the laughter of their children.
Some scantily clad women hover on street corners, they are the cheapest Wild Mandarins, worth noting, the Royal Capital does not regulate this ancient industry, it's quite a substantial chain, even 'private business' here needs to pay taxes.
It makes sense, in such a technologically backward world, besides procreation and drinking at night, there are basically no entertainment activities, the constant war keeps the price of grains and fruits high, making wine a luxury, therefore procreation is the only leisure activity for commoners at night.
This world certainly does not have planned reproduction, on the contrary, if a couple has more than three children, subsequent offspring will receive subsidies from the Royal Family, quite a significant income.
