C223 In front of chong de palace

Last night's blood hadn't dried yet, and today's sun was still shining.

The fresh air flowed, blowing on the tips of people's ears and hair. It was actually a bit chilly.

The dozen or so deathsworn were expressionless as they escorted Prince Gong's carriage into the gates of the imperial city.

The army guarding the city was under the control of the emperor's personal army