Heavy snow was falling, like goose feathers, like white blossoms, like drifting smoke, like willow catkins, swirling down to blanket the lonely city, and shroud a blood-soaked little courtyard.
In the rear courtyard of the Prefecture Government,
Ji Hanzheng burst into maniacal laughter, yet tears rolled ceaselessly down his face. Before him lay a heap of mangled flesh,
His entire body was drenched in fresh blood,
Still furiously hacking apart those corpses that could no longer be recognized, only the torn hunks of flesh attesting to the torment these people endured before death,
The watching Embroidered Uniform Guards felt their scalps prickle at Ji Hanzheng's insanity,
A few quickly bundled the corpses and left in a hurry,
In the courtyard, only Ji Hanzheng remained, slumped on the blood-soaked ground,
After a long time, he wailed in heartbreaking sobs,
His cries were so hoarse and desperate, as if his heart were being carved apart,
"Madam, Rong'Er...I was wrong..."
