More than two months passed.
One day, when Bai Yujun woke up, she learned they had finally reached the outskirts of Chang'an.
She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, turned over, and went back to sleep. They had not even entered the city yet. She would deal with it once they got inside. Who knew whether they would waste another three or four days here before finally reaching Chang'an? As for failing to break in, that was simply impossible. Bai Yujun did not believe Swindler Yuan, Li Xiangyan, and the other big shots had not cast their shadows behind this affair. If the Demon Sect did not want to suffer grievous losses, fleeing was their best choice.
Perhaps Heaven had sensed Li Chongjun's sorrow and sent down rain. The chilly rain soaked through Li Chongjun's blazing fury and extinguished his dreams as well...
Less than two days later, the soldiers guarding the city voluntarily opened the gates, laid down their weapons, and surrendered.
The surrender of these defenders saved the ancient capital from being destroyed by war and preserved the lives of their own families. Li Chongjun rode his tall horse through soldiers kneeling on both sides of the street. No one made a move; they could not even be bothered to draw their blades. For an emperor to be reduced to such a state, Li Chongjun could be called unprecedented.
Raindrops pattered against the awnings of the shops along both sides of the street, while hoofbeats rang crisply against the Stone Slab Path.
Behind the emperor on his tall horse came carriage after carriage. The elder statesmen and important ministers who had once been driven out or fled had returned to Chang'an, as though proving their wisdom to those who had remained behind. The long procession