The next morning.
Hundreds of miles away in Bianliang.
The deep bell tolls throughout the Capital as the daily routines between the many streets and lanes begin.
The officials pass through the palace gates, enter the Inner City, and proceed toward the Taihe Palace.
Ever since Zhao Ji escaped the Capital, the Taihe Palace has resumed its former function for morning court sessions, yet at this moment.
The officials heard the sound of hooves coming from behind.
The officials were startled. Riding a horse in the Inner Palace of the Imperial Palace, and it seemed particularly fast. Who had such audacity, were they not afraid for their life?
Even the current Duke of Anyang, for the sake of apparent stability, would not ride a horse in the Inner City.
Just as personnel from the Personal Guard Department were preparing to intercept.
"A victorious military report from the front lines, General Chen Mo has crushed the enemy!"
