This winter was destined to be anything but peaceful for Great Yong. News of the emperor's death spread from the imperial palace, plunging all of Heaven-Bearing Prefecture into grief.
Then, borne along with the wind and snow, the news passed through Heaven-Bearing Prefecture's four gates and spread throughout Great Yong.
People often said that Heaven was high and the emperor far away. What did ordinary people know of imperial affairs? The most tangible authority in their lives was their local magistrate.
Yet there were exceptions to everything. When a ruler was wise enough, exercised firm control over his officials, and ensured that his decrees reached every corner and truly benefited the people, they would naturally remember him over the years.
So much had happened in the thirty-three years of Chengxing's reign. Many people had felt Great Yong improve little by little, until good governance brought harmony among the people, and the country enjoyed peace and prosperity. Even popular customs grew more open and benevolent. This was the golden age of Chengxing.
Thus, when news of the emperor's death spread, a great many people truly grieved. Most younger common folk might have taken it fairly well, but the more worldly or learned someone was-and especially the older they were-the more deeply this sorrow resonated.
Government notices were posted in every county, with officers stationed beside them to read them aloud repeatedly and announce the Son of Heaven's passing.
Officers were also sent to important residences and establishments to deliver the news in person, while local gentry and prominent families received dedicated messengers.
At Moon Province Academy in Cangnan Circuit, several dozen students were whispering among themselves in a classroom. Their teacher had hurried out halfway through the lesson.
"What do you think happened?" "Perhaps something happened in Teacher Yi's family."
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