Needless to say, Chen Zhongshu's purge of the Imperial Guard Division went smoothly. With Chen Zhongshu stepping in personally, no one in the Imperial Guard Division dared resist at all. After Wang Zhongzhi and the others entered the Imperial Guard Division, in only a short while, they had seized every rat led by Jiang Cheng.
And just as Chen Zhongshu entered the Imperial Guard Division, large numbers of Imperial Guards poured onto the four city walls of Capital City. Marquis Nanyang, Lu Baishu, stood with a bold, commanding posture before the gate tower atop Zhengyang Gate, coldly watching several Qianzongs and Bazongs of the Imperial Guard.
Behind him were four marquises from the Twelve Camps of the Imperial Guard: Marquis Guangping, Xue Ou; Marquis Jianliang, Lv Shizhi; Marquis Pingjiang, Chen Yu; and Marquis Yongkang, Xu Yuan.
Da Rong had only six dukes, but more than thirty marquises. As for earls, there were as many as seventy.
The four in front of him were all Regional Commanders of the Twelve Camps of the Imperial Guard.
And before Lu Baishu, three Qianzongs and four Bazongs were already kneeling, with other military officers being escorted over one after another.
Seeing this, Xue Ou and the other three all looked at each other, not understanding what Lu Baishu was trying to do.
But they did not dare ask too much either. Judging by Lu Baishu's appearance, this was clearly nothing good.
Just then, bursts of clamorous noise also sounded inside the city.
When Xue Ou and the others heard the commotion, they all looked toward the city. It was too far away, so they could not see clearly, but they could make out what seemed to be a troop, advancing toward them along Zhengyang Street.
"What is going on?" Marquis Pingjiang, Chen Yu, could