As he waited patiently, time trickled by bit by bit. After waiting for another half hour, it was already around ten in the morning. Yin Kuang could not help secretly cursing Dong Zhuo for being a bastard. He was clearly not the emperor, yet he loved holding morning court even more than one, and each session lasted over two hours. It was nearly noon already—was he ever going to be done? It was not that Yin Kuang lacked patience; he simply knew that the longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would become.
Finally, at a certain moment, a desolate, far-reaching horn sounded, instantly spreading throughout the imperial palace's inner court. At once, the squads of the Flying Bear Army began moving frantically like wound-up machines. Roars rose one after another, accompanied by waves of orderly hoofbeats. Squad after squad of the Flying Bear Army charged out from the various main passages of the inner court and converged together. Though hurried, they showed no panic whatsoever as they rushed toward the source of the horn.
Feeling the blood-soaked murderous aura wash over him, Yin Kuang sighed. "Elite troops really are elite troops!"
After sighing, delight appeared on his face. Yin Kuang had originally thought that at least some Flying Bear Army soldiers would remain behind to guard the inner court, but unexpectedly, the entire force had left at once. On second thought, though, it made sense. The Flying Bear Army was Dong Zhuo's personal guard; their foremost duty was ensuring Dong Zhuo's safety. "Protecting" the emperor was merely incidental.
Yin Kuang said to Queen Sakura the Second, "Looks like even Heaven is helping us." Queen Sakura the Second, however, could not smile. Frowning, she said, "Hurry! Dong Zhuo is very powerful too... My 'True Doppelganger' was almost killed by