The people of the Imperial Capital, cloaked in the night, seemed not to feel the tension emanating from within the Imperial Palace. Lanterns still flickered throughout the city's many districts. Children returning from private schools held their parents' hands, earnestly recounting the lessons their teachers had taught them that day.
Having sold all his fruits and vegetables for the day, a satisfied old farmer pushed his wooden cart out of the Capital City, hoping for business to be just as good tomorrow.
An old woman grumbled at her husband, who had come home drunk again, forgetting the reminder she had given him before he left.
The Imperial City's Bright Lamp Bureau, however, was acting more frequently, sealing off numerous alleys and lanes. They seized all of the Fifth Prince's private residences, doing their best to minimize the impact.
