The sounds of combat quickly subsided. Faced with this sudden, backstabbing attack, the guards at the South Gate had no chance to defend themselves. Most were killed, and the remainder quickly threw down their weapons and surrendered.
At that moment, the dark-skinned youth turned to the Minister of Revenue beside him and said, "Hsu, my dear subject, help me change my clothes."
The Minister of Revenue took half a step back. "Your servant obeys."
Shortly after, the dark-skinned youth, who had been dressed in coarse cloth, donned a dragon robe. The loyal soldiers around him all knelt down, proclaiming, "Long live the Emperor! Long live! Long, long live the Emperor!"
Yu Ciming took a deep breath, guilt appearing on his face. He said, "I... am not a good emperor."
