Autumn Mingyu gazed at the golden sea stretching across the wind and couldn't help slamming a palm onto the table.
A roar rang out: "What a rush!"
She had never imagined that the army commanded by Wang Xian would move as fast as lightning. Before the entire force had even entered the city, it had split into three divisions and headed for the other three gates.
Looking at the Prince of the West and then at Murong Ruyu, she smiled. "Look carefully. He's making sure the enemy inside the city can't slip away, and the reinforcements outside can't get in!"
The corner of the Prince of the West's mouth twitched. "I didn't expect the Great General to have lost an arm."
Prince Duan shook his head. "The Great General is on the battlefield, so of course he must fight bravely and lead by example. Even if he's badly wounded, that's only to be expected."
Wang Donglai looked at Martai. "Did you get a good look at that fellow?"
Ma Erqin sighed. "He's grown taller in the four years since I last saw him."
Rubbing his hands together, Prince Duan asked Autumn Mingyu, "Ask the... Prince, that boy Wang, whether he needs our help. Is he going to attack the imperial palace next?"
The lightning raid at dawn had made Prince Duan understand Wang Xian's intentions.
The Prince of the South and the Great General would probably use all their speed to seize control of the imperial palace next.
The two of them had fought their way back from Jinling Ferry to the imperial city. They would likely move as quickly as possible to change everything as it stood.
And the imperial palace was where the real hidden dragons and crouching tigers were. Not only would there be reclusive elders from