After reciting the imperial edict, all the ministers prostrated themselves again with "Long live my emperor!"
Only Cang Xiyuan squinted her eyes and whispered: "Look at it, it won't rain today!"
Although his voice was small, many people heard him even though he was the only one speaking.
Many people raised their heads and looked at the weather.
Sure enough, I have been depressed all the time, the sun is not very bright, but I am extremely depressed, which makes people feel very dry.
Several flying insects flew by, making a "buzzing" sound with roaring wings, which aggravated everyone's discomfort.
In this kind of weather, is it really possible to pray for rain successfully?
After sighing slightly, everyone looked at Bai Yuyue with a hint of worry in their eyes.
Bai Yuyue, on the other hand, still stood expressionless, fearless of everything.
Along the long drive, people stood silently on both sides of the road.
Many of them are also struggling to survive amidst soaring food prices and drying up water sources, and they are praying that this time they will pray for rain, and God will really help them.
And a surprising scene appeared.
Bai Yuyue, wearing a white dress and white skirt, walked at the forefront of the crowd.
Take three steps and kneel on the ground; take five steps and prostrate yourself while chanting loudly to the sky: "Ask God to send down the rain!"
It is nearly ten kilometers from Qin'an Hall to the altar.
During such a long journey, everyone watched quietly. Bai Yuyue knelt down to pray for rain as he walked.
Some were stunned, some were worried, and some were pious, but the whole process was so solemn.
Cang Xilin was shocked.
He originally thought that Bai Yu Yueque really only used this sacrifice to the sky as a good way to cure diseases by bloodletting. He never thought that she could make such a big sacrifice in order to pray for rain.