The road from the city gate to the palace gate had long been cordoned off.
The long street was completely deserted, without a single pedestrian in sight.
Soldiers stood at the ready on both sides of the street.
Only the sound of hooves echoed through the silent street.
Though they far outnumbered the Regent King, not one of them dared to make a move.
Though their faces were fierce, deep down they were terrified of the man on horseback.
In a nearby teahouse, a figure stood by the window of a private room on the third floor, silently watching the scene unfold.
That person was none other than the young prince of the Western Liang Country, Ah Qi.
He had changed into the attire of Great Zhou, but his hair remained in the style of the West Liang people. Combined with his high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, and foreign features, it gave him a uniquely mysterious air.
Behind him stood a tall, burly Western Liang General.
