Three days after Rong Zheng left, auspicious signs appeared from the heavens.

Before the sun had risen, vast expanses of clouds were dyed a fiery red.

Such brilliant clouds drew the attention of the villagers heading out to work, causing them to look up in amazement.

A clear, melodious call came from the horizon. Noble Consort Xin, who was resting in her nest, opened her eyes upon hearing it and responded with a call of her own.