Shen Yue stood in Chuigong Hall, seemingly vacant, but in reality, he surveyed everything within the hall.
The early morning was cold.
A season of harsh winter.
Inside Chuigong Hall, on the dragon throne, sat an emperor donned in a dragon robe. The emperor was not Zhao Ji but Zhao Huan.
According to history, before the calamity of Jingkang, Zhao Ji hastily abdicated the throne to Zhao Heng, and then what of Zhao Ji? During the calamity of Jingkang, Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan, like brothers in misfortune, were captured by the Jurchens, and Zhao Ji remained in Bianjing.
Why was Guo Jing here? There was no other reason; naturally, it was because he could summon the Six Ding divine soldiers, which was Zhao Huan's last hope.
When Guo Jing used the Six Ding divine soldiers, it would be the moment when the city fell!
Thinking of this, Shen Yue looked towards the person who had just loudly congratulated the emperor, and that person was also excitedly watching Shen Yue.
