The royal palace, a place where weapons clash.
It's already unclear how many waves of rebel armies have been encountered. The Crown Prince is still young, and ever since he ascended the throne, countless eyes have been watching him.
There are always those who don't learn their lesson, thinking they are the chosen one, and really make a move to rebel.
"Aunt, how long do you think they can hold out?"
The young emperor in a bright yellow dragon robe rests his cheeks on his hands, sitting on the eaves alongside Yu Nianzhao. His handsome face shows maturity without any panic, comfortably leaning against Yu Nianzhao.
Yu Nianzhao answers indifferently, "About two rounds, at most. Xie Jiuxiao is no pushover, when he arrives, they can't withstand even a single round."
As soon as she finishes speaking, a tall figure rushes over, covered in frost.
The Dragon Shadow Guards lead their men to encircle the rebels.
"Ah! It's time my son took the throne!"
