As time passed, a sparse crowd gradually gathered around Li Wei and Gu Jinzhi in front of Jianji Hall.
But compared with the "regular army" continuously surging into the square from the direction of Zhaoming Gate like a black tide,
their side looked pitifully shabby.
Apart from the more than two hundred Imperial Guards whom Li Wei had previously "blown" sprawling with a sweep of her sleeve, and who had now regrouped, there were only a hundred or so eunuchs and palace maids left.
Most of these people were palace attendants from Qianyuan Palace and Phoenix Ceremony Palace, usually doing chores like sweeping and serving tea. Yet at this moment, they had plucked up their courage, clutching all sorts of "weapons"—fire pokers, rolling pins, vases, scissors, and even feather dusters. Trembling all over, they guarded the Dragon Throne.
Most absurd of all was the troupe of musicians who had come as part of Duke Li's household's dowry—more than twenty young women. They, too, carried their respective instruments and joined the ranks of those "protecting the Emperor."
Every one of them looked utterly incapable of tying up a chicken, and no one knew whether they had come to protect the Emperor or were preparing to play a "farewell" tune for Gu Jinzhi and Li Wei at the critical moment.
However, when Li Wei saw the group of young ladies, her eyes lit up.
She sprang from the Dragon Throne, gathered up the twenty-odd musicians, and ran behind the Dragon Throne.
"Come, come, come! I'll hum a tune. See if you can play it!"
Li Wei cleared her throat and began humming.
It had to be said, professional musicians really were something else.
She only hummed the stirring melody of "Into Battle" a few times, yet the young musicians actually managed to