Within the Imperial City, Emperor Jianxing sat slumped in Fengxian Hall.
The one who now guided Da Rong's Imperial Court was no longer Emperor Jianxing, but Chen Wansong, this Prince Yu.
"Do we have any other way?" Emperor Jianxing looked toward Chen Wansong.
Chen Wansong looked at those ancestral spirit tablets. "The great tide has gone. There is no strength to turn back the heavens!"
"Then—" Emperor Jianxing wanted to ask what he should do, but he could not get the words out.
By now, he had lost all his spirit. He no longer thought of restoring order to the court, no longer thought of being the Ninth-Five Supreme, no longer thought of taking charge of all under heaven. He only wanted to preserve his own life.
A bad life was better than a good death. He still did not want to die.
But as the emperor, he already had no road left to walk.
Chen Wansong suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp as he looked at him. "Do not shame our ancestors!"
Emperor Jianxing's expression froze. He stared blankly at him, and only after a long while did he say, "We understand!"
He slowly stood, walked unhurriedly out of Fengxian Hall, and stood before its doors. He turned his head to glance at those ancestral spirit tablets, and only then did he stride away.
The enemy army was about to arrive. The fall of the Capital City was already unavoidable.
But he still had to struggle once. He would lead Da Rong's final strength and defend the capital to the death.
Chen Wansong looked at his departing back and said in a deep voice, "Has Mingxi left?"
"Replying to Your Highness, His Highness Mingxi boarded a ship at Jinhai Guard and left yesterday!" A figure walked out from a