After a short while, the Prime Minister's Mansion opened wide, Li Yanfu donned soft armor, mounted his steed, and led hundreds of guests rushing out, heading towards the south gate of the Imperial Palace.
The Prime Minister's Mansion was not far from the Imperial Palace, and hundreds of people surged along the streets like a tide of blood, racing towards the palace in the dawn light, under the frightened eyes of the citizens lining the streets!
The citizens fearfully shut their doors and hid, memories of the Xuanmen Coup three winters ago flooding their minds.
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The south gate of the Palace.
On the city wall, Wang Ye was patrolling, wearing striking armor.
As a nondescript foot soldier in the Yulin Guard, there were no noteworthy stories in his twenty-something years of life.
If there was one thing worth mentioning, it would be that he had once been in the same team as Zhao Douan, drinking and playing cards together.
