As if it were merely a formality, the wedding procession came quickly and left just as quickly. Diao Chan, dressed in festive crimson, was tossed straight into an enormous sedan chair carried by eighteen men, and amid the blare of bronze drums and suonas, they departed in grand fashion. It completely violated ancient wedding customs and rites; compared to the festive atmosphere at Wang Yun's residence, it carried an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
An hour later, the forced banquet dispersed. Yin Kuang found Wang Yun and asked, "Lord Wang, is everything ready?" Wang Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes. I have already finalized the plan with several other officials. The moment anything happens at Dong Zhuo's residence, they will act at once."
At this time, Dong Zhuo's faction undoubtedly held absolute power within Chang'an, but a small faction loyal to the Emperor remained, and they too commanded several armies capable of fighting. Furthermore, the loyalists possessed an advantage Dong Zhuo's faction could not match: the support of the great aristocratic clans within the city. These clans also controlled quite a few private soldiers and retained wandering swordsmen and guests. They were no weak force themselves.
During this period, Wang Yun had secretly mobilized the power of the Wang clan to contact loyalist ministers and the various great families, organizing their forces and secretly uniting them in preparation to resist Dong Zhuo. Among this, the belt of Emperor Xian that Yin Kuang had given Wang Yun played an important role. Wang Yun had effectively become Emperor Xian's spokesman and the leader of the loyalists. Although Yin Kuang had only come into contact with a small portion of this force, he could not help but sigh, "True masters are hidden among the people." Perhaps those who truly