It was the fifth day after Emperor Liezong of Great Qian had ridden the dragon to heaven.
After completing the elaborate rites, the senior ministers of the Central Court went together to the Imperial Study.
Inside, Nine Gates Commander Wang Ziteng sat upright on a brocade stool, respectfully listening to the emperor's instructions.
Watching this scene, the High Ministers were filled with complicated feelings.
In less than two days, His Majesty's great hand had closed over the Capital Camp, reaching every vital position. Having escaped disaster, the Nine Gates Commander now bowed and scraped like a slave!
Everything had gone smoothly.
Such was the overwhelming tide: those who followed it prospered, and those who opposed it perished!
The Capital Camp had a total of 270,000 soldiers. Just like that, this most terrifying and threatening "mighty force" had been neutralized.
Jia Commanding Commissioner had already been doomed to certain death.
Now the Capital Camp Troops were itching to prove their loyalty to His Majesty. They would likely slaughter Jia Commanding Commissioner's followers with even greater zeal. Even if he had a hundred lives, his bones would still be ground to dust and his ashes scattered.
"Your Majesty." After paying his respects, Yang Taiyue, Chief Grand Secretary of the Grand Secretariat, reported truthfully:
"The Embroidered Uniform Guard stations across the north have begun heading south of their own accord, wishing to pay their respects and mourn the Retired Emperor."
Emperor Jingde set down his teacup and nodded with a smile.
"Worthy indeed of being the Emperor's Personal Guard, loyal to their very bones. Have the Grand Secretariat issue an official notice: the commanderies and counties along their route are not to obstruct them!"
The emperor's smile gradually turned icy.
They wanted to bolster that treacherous villain's standing? Beg me to show magnanimity?