In the brief time they had spent talking, fighting had already broken out inside the imperial palace.
Hearing the sounds of slaughter from within, Prince Cheng and his men began their assault as well.
Qi Yanzhen was not about to sit meekly and wait. He ordered his men to loose their arrows.
Before long, they had finished breakfast. Song Yaoyao summoned Seventh and said:
"Tell Sister Cui to gather his men. We need to be ready to move at any moment."
"Yes."
"You go ahead. We'll make our preparations, then come meet up with Sister Cui in a bit."
"Yes."
Seventh turned and left.
Song Yaoyao returned to her room as well. She took two Gatlings out of her space, then stepped outside.
Song Yaoyao handed one Gatling to Song Qinghui and the other to Liu Zheheng.
Throughout their journey, the two men had seen Song Yaoyao use a Gatling several times. Their hands had long been itching to try one themselves.
Now, they gently stroked the guns with loving care.
"Don't worry, you can use these two. I'll teach you how to use them now."
"Really? That's wonderful!"
The weapons were easy to learn, and both men soon mastered them.
With a thought, Song Yaoyao turned her own pistol into a Gatling as well.
Then the three of them took their weapons and went to find Sister Cui.
By the time Song Yaoyao and the others arrived, Sister Cui had already assembled everyone.
As soon as Sister Cui saw them, he said:
"We're ready."
"Mm. Qi Yanzhen and Prince Cheng are locked in a fierce battle right now. Let's wait a little longer and strike once they've both battered each other."
"All right.
I've already sent someone to gather information. As soon as there's a result, he'll send