Those Who Enter Morning Mausoleum First Shall Be King-Who Will Be the Oriole?

Dusk was like blood!

The setting sun spilled across the horizon like molten gold, staining the earth in a tragic orange-red.

Jingyang City was already faintly visible in the distance, only fifty li away—within reach.

At this moment!

The four hundred thousand iron cavalry under the two great powers of Qianyuan and Hexi surged onward without end like rivers flowing into the sea, their momentum shaking heaven and earth.

Battle flags snapped throughout the army, red as flames!

Suddenly!

A commanding military order rang out. The standard-bearers reined in their horses, and the order spread swiftly:

"By Her Majesty's decree, the army will make camp!"

The command was brief and forceful. In an instant, it reached every corner. The four hundred thousand troops, as though controlled by an invisible hand, halted their advance in perfect order and began rapidly setting up camp.

Before long!

The camp blazed with lights, torches standing thickly throughout. From afar, they resembled stars fallen from the sky, illuminating the entire wilderness in a magnificent spectacle.

The army's command tent!

Civil and military officials stood solemnly in two rows, their gazes converging on the figure seated at the head, wearing a mysterious ghost mask.

The Empress of Qianyuan, Wu Ying.

She slowly raised her head and swept her gaze around. Civil officials and military generals stood on either side, their expressions grave.

At the head of the left side stood an old man in plain robes—Gongsun Pingxi!

Behind Gongsun Pingxi stood the Qianyuan generals and the accompanying ritual scholars, all wearing solemn expressions.

At the head of the right side stood a burly man in gleaming light armor, a golden sword inlaid with dazzling gemstones hanging at his waist, making him especially eye-catching.

His face was square and bore some resemblance to Zhou Cheng's, yet his