It was still inside the shelter near the city gate.
Sun Shaozong held a silk handkerchief in his hands, studying the bloody words upon it: "Prince Zhongshun intends rebellion; Your Majesty is imprisoned in Qianqing Palace." He felt rather helpless.
Something so simple and blunt certainly had enough impact, but how could it truly convince anyone?
If he really brought this thing before the commanders of the Three Camps and One Wei, it likely would not be as persuasive as Li Tong repeatedly crying injustice and refusing to admit anything to the death—after all, his identity as Prince Zhongshun's Estate's chief steward was already solid proof.
Still, Sun Shaozong had not held out much hope to begin with. The moment he heard there were several Blood Letters, he had already anticipated this outcome.
After all, a Blood Letter could hardly be a lengthy essay, much less several of them written at once.
In the end, if he wanted to seize the initiative in answering the call to protect the throne, he had to find the people who had escaped aboard the Hot Air Balloon.
Only...
Looking up at the snow swirling down ever more heavily, Sun Shaozong could not help feeling powerless.
Not only had visibility worsened, but the roads were beginning to bog down as well. Under such circumstances, trying to chase down a Hot Air Balloon flying through the sky on two legs—though the Dragon Forbidden Guards had quite a few cavalrymen, how could Sun Shaozong possibly trust them?—was simply a fool's dream.
At the same time.
The eunuch sent to deliver the decree to the Tiger Brave Camp had also fled back to the palace in a sorry state, where he reported his experiences in the Tiger Brave Camp to Prince Zhongshun with considerable embellishment.
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