In the distant Imperial Palace, the people locked in fierce battle saw Captain Wu, and their expressions changed in different ways.
The Seventh Prince's forces erupted in excited cheers, proclaiming victory.
The First Prince's forces, meanwhile, looked panicked and terrified, their will to fight greatly diminished.
With one side rising as the other fell, by the time Fang Yue and the others arrived, the Seventh Prince's forces had already won, and the First Prince's men had fled in defeat.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
The First Prince was that tree—the faith and symbol of his followers.
His defeat meant all their actions had become meaningless. It was a complete and utter failure.
So when they saw Captain Wu becoming active throughout the Imperial Palace, the First Prince's followers surrendered without a fight, completely losing the will to resist.
As Fang Yue and the others pressed onward, they gathered momentum like a rolling snowball, building up the Seventh Prince's forces and suppressing the First Prince's faction entirely.
By the time Fang Yue reached the side pavilion where Jing Yan and the others were hiding, a huge crowd had gathered around him, forming a vast procession.
"Night Red Cloak?! This is wonderful! You're back!"
Jing Yan and the others had hidden themselves well. If Lin Ling hadn't led the way, the others might not have found them.
The one who came out to welcome Fang Yue and his group was Master Qiankun.
Though Master Qiankun was not as powerful as Lord Han, he was no ordinary person.
Still, he had never wanted to get caught up in the royal family's infighting.
After reuniting with Master Qiankun and exchanging information, Fang Yue learned that things outside the Imperial Palace had become so dangerous.
"To use every living being in the Capital