Only starting from Kong Shangzhao was this rule finally broken.
In matters like this, there's no distinction of high or low, noble or humble.
The Emperor worries over the fate of the dynasty; even Fatty Lin, the most pampered young master in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, nearly had his family ruined and his life lost.
As for common folk, their suffering is naturally even greater.
So many times, they can only turn to Ghosts and Gods for help.
They did not make fun of them, just quietly kept watch from the side.
Unconsciously, an hour slipped by.
By now it was close to midnight; many of the incense-burning commoners gradually dispersed, yet the lake surface still showed no change.
In the end, only seven or eight people were left waiting patiently.
"Sigh, forget the whole damn thing."
Sha Lifei yawned. "Looks like she's not coming tonight. Let's just…"
"Look over there!"
Before he could finish, he was cut off by Wang Daoxuan.
