"Prince Qi charged the enemy formation alone, slew their commander, and seized their banner! The Northern Court Army was routed! General Shadow Fiend was destroyed!"
"The False Emperor has been executed, and his severed head sent to Kyoto."
"The Northern Court Army has returned to the court's fold. Prince Qi killed the Tuci Martial God and the Nüjin Daman at Yunxiang Temple!"
"The Grasslands Main Cavalry has been annihilated!"
"The captured warhorses stretch for miles!"
"The Great General has returned, and the Elysium Cult's headquarters has been wiped out-"
"-"
Messages and urgent dispatches came back from outside the city one after another, with swift horses bringing constantly updated news at top speed!
On the first day, the news was still about Prince Qi smashing the enemy army. Before they had even digested that shocking report, the second day brought still more changes.
What on earth had happened?!
Their minds could no longer keep up!
Prince Qi had already enjoyed great prestige, and he was now clearly a Grandmaster.
But slaying commanders and seizing banners still sounded rather legendary. After all, the Great General was also a Grandmaster, yet such stories about him were rare.
They had initially wondered whether the new court needed to boost morale and was doing its best to create tales of individual heroism for people to spread.
Yet on the second day, each piece of news was more explosive than the last!
That they had won should have been beyond doubt, and the False Emperor's death was understandable too.
But the long string of news that followed was simply too mythical-so mythical that it seemed unreal.
Even Prince Zhao, the Transport Commissioner, and the Marquis of Divine Might, who were holding Kyoto, found it somewhat dreamlike.
"Isn't this... a little exaggerated? Sending this around the