But, he did not.
Rong Jing sat in this Imperial Palace like a calm, cold stone statue, watching Rong Heng and Gu Lan return to the Yan Capital with ease, and even spend a peaceful night at Prince Rui's Mansion.
And this morning, the army behind Rong Heng only just arrived at the Capital City and was easily welcomed into the Yan Capital without any resistance, which led to the current situation where the Pingnan Army, after a brief rest, began attacking the palace gates.
The imperial guards, who had enjoyed years of luxury and never been to the battlefield, were no match for those battle-hardened soldiers. Perhaps the palace gates were sturdy and could hold for a few more two-hour periods, but ultimately, this Imperial Palace was destined to fall.
"They are rebels! Since Your Majesty asked me to kill Rong Heng yesterday, why are you so soft-hearted today, why?" Song Zhi asked once again.
"Sanliang, you can leave."
