The twelfth year of Da'an, winter.
The cold wind was bleak.
Luoyang, at the city gate, the masses gathered.
Countless ordinary people and officials stood outside the city, staring blankly at the silhouette hunched but firmly mounted on a warhorse.
Gu Jing has left the capital!
No one could have predicted things would become like this in such a short time.
Gu Jing, without any warning, announced all his offenses and declared his impending journey to Mingzhou and other places, expressing his stance on the matter completely.
Shock, fear, and various emotions surged instantly.
Although when Gu Jing was mobilizing the troops, the ministers speculated about the current situation, it felt somewhat surreal when it truly unfolded.
How could this be?
Has Gu Jing truly gone mad?
To make such a choice?
This was no longer a matter of involvement, but because it was too significant; if it went wrong, it could shake the foundations of Great Tang.
