"Giddyup!"
"Giddyup!"
"Giddyup!"
The steeds galloped wildly.
The rider wore a red robe that whipped in the wind, his long hair hanging loose. After enduring that absurd yet exasperating collapse of the house and courtyard, he looked utterly disheveled.
Today was indeed Song Tingyun's most miserable day. On his wedding day, someone had turned everything upside down. The wedding had been canceled, the guests had all gone, and countless maids and servants in the residence had been killed or wounded.
It would have been bearable if he could find the culprit and vent his anger. What was even harder to accept was that they had chased into the tunnel with murderous intent and searched it thoroughly, only to find a pile of scattered scrap wood and not a single person.
Song Tingyun wore his wedding robes and rode a tall black horse, leading more than a dozen personal guards as they charged toward the City Guard Army's barracks.
Although the Song Clan held power that towered over the court, Prince Hui was nothing more than an "emperor puppet" in their eyes. However, so long as they did not openly rebel and seize the imperial authority that the Chu Clan had held firmly for a thousand years, they still had to consider each other's dignity. They could not maintain a properly organized regular army within their residence or Tiandu City.
Besides, the Song Clan did not want people pointing fingers at them and cursing them as regicides. The title of "Imperial Library" allowed them to gain the respect and support of more scholars, as well as recruit more outstanding talent for their own use.
The City Guard Army's station lay west of Tiandu City, standing alongside the Feather Army that guarded the imperial palace. One was inside and the other outside,