C1870 Ji Wuhui Is a Good Emperor

The downpour veiled the landscape, blurring the distant city and mountains into the stormy backdrop. The heavens unleashed torrents of rain, clouds billowing, with occasional flashes of purple lightning zigzagging like branches, followed by the deep rumble of thunder.

It seemed intent on chasing away the recent swelter and purifying the vast expanse above. Rainwater streamed off the eaves