Once the commander-in-chief died, the remaining soldiers scattered like monkeys fleeing a toppled tree.
Some surrendered on the spot, while others vanished into the morning wind with a boom.
In the blink of an eye, the ten-li main street was filled with golden scarves fluttering in the wind. The sight sent the great general's blood surging, and he asked Wang Xian, "Your Highness, this..."
Wang Xian pointed at Zhao Meng and said, "Leave two thousand men here to clean up the battlefield. The rest of you, keep moving!"
Seeing Yue Meng's expression, the great general sighed. "Very well. General Zhao, I'll leave this place to you!"
Yue Meng smacked his chest. "Rest assured, Great General. No problem!"
The horns sounded, and the army continued forward.
Qin Wentian silently watched the road ahead. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Your Highness, are we really going to attack the imperial palace?"
"What else?"
Wang Xian looked toward the end of the ten-li main street. A carriage was slowly approaching, followed by a squad of black-clad guards. He could not help but smile faintly.
He muttered to himself, "I have no interest in playing cat and mouse with them."
With that, he patted his horse, which shot forward like lightning.
Qin Wentian stared blankly, then shouted anxiously, "Don't rush! Wait for me!"
His horse leaped down the main street, and like a whirlwind, Wang Xian reached the end of the ten-li street. He pulled tight on the reins and quietly watched the approaching carriage.
The carriage stopped by the roadside. The black-clad men behind it came over and lifted the curtain, while the coachman placed a stool beside the carriage.
An old man in blue robes stepped down from the carriage. Standing by the roadside, he cupped his hands from afar toward