In the Palace, Zhou Shuren and several ministers were seated together; they were all uninjured, while those ministers who had been hurt were in the next room, being treated by the Imperial Physician.
Outside, rain fell at the moment, washing the ground and mingled with the noise of palace maids and eunuchs sweeping the floor with brooms.
The doors were open, and the striking red color was impossible to ignore. The maids and eunuchs swept diligently, rainwater mixed with blood flowing into the drains.
Those ministers within the great hall did not know how many had died outside. When they emerged, bodies were being moved, blood was everywhere, staining the flagstones, even the boots of Zhou Shuren and others were smeared with blood.
Zhou Shuren felt he wouldn't be able to eat meat for a while.
Too much had happened today. Even those with strong psychological fortitude could not find words to speak at this moment.
