"I, Du Yuanxian of the Sitian Platform, respectfully submit this memorial concerning the suppression of demons and preservation of the realm: I have heard that when the National Fortune is about to flourish, auspicious light will surely shine forth; when the foundation of a state is about to collapse, Ominous Aura will secretly arise. Last night, I observed the celestial omens and saw only Red Mist roiling, demonic radiance winding around the sleeping quarters. Chilling aura spread everywhere, and grim mist soaked Jiaofang.
The Seven Luminaries have fallen out of order, and Nüxiu has grown dim. Zhu Chun respectfully submits to Your Majesty: The other day, when Your Majesty personally visited the vermilion steps, Yun Zhongzi of Zhongnan Mountain personally reported that the palace was haunted. He presented a Peach Wood Sword to suppress the evil spirits. Yet Your Majesty committed it to the flames, rejecting loyal remonstrance and allowing the Demonic Aura to blaze anew, growing worse by the day. It surged into the heavens and split the Dipper—the root of disaster has already sunk deep!
I cannot help but lament: Ever since Su Hu presented his daughter to the court, the Court System has grown lax by the day. Dust and cobwebs have covered the Imperial Desk; the Imperial Carriage has long stood idle, while wild grass has broken through the bricks beneath the steps. Moss has spread across the vermilion courtyard, its green creeping up the stairs. Government orders are scattered like fluff, and the ministers have grown as despondent as frost. Though we wear caps and belts of office and attend the Heavenly Countenance, Your Majesty has become immersed in beauty, feasting day and night. Sovereign and ministers are separated as by clouds and mud, their stations as distant as the stars Shen and Shang. When