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Chaos erupted on the city wall.

The guards were already terrified by the loud crash of the city gate breaking, and upon hearing this order, they forgot all about formation and rushed down in a swarm.

The steps were too narrow and there were too many people. Some people were pushed and rolled down the stone steps, their armor clanging against the steps.

Several people were trampled on directly, their screams drowned out by the chaotic footsteps.

Several bundles of arrows that hadn't been shot yet lay beside the quiver. A panicked guard tumbled them over with his elbow, and the arrows slid down the edge of the city wall with a clatter.

The flag fell, trampled under countless boots, its dragon pattern crushed beyond recognition by footprints.

Shu Jingwei was surrounded by several imperial guards and squeezed in the middle of the crowd. Her hair ornament was askew, and a strand of hair fell from her temple and was stuck to her face with sweat, but she didn't bother to fix it.

She was panting heavily, surrounded by shouts of battle and screams of agony, and had long forgotten the decorum of a monarch.

She just kept repeating to herself, her voice broken and shrill: "Quick—quick—stop them—you go stop them—!"

No one stopped them.

No one wants to go and die in a battle where the outcome is already clear.

Many soldiers had even laid down their weapons and leaned against the wall in a gesture of surrender.

Below the city, Wang Meng's first cavalrymen had already passed through the city gate.

Horse hooves pounded on the collapsed door panels, sending splinters of wood flying. The lead rider did not stop at the city gate, but went straight through the barbican and charged into the streets of the outer city.

Holding a steel bar horizontally, he raised his head and roared, "The general has ordered—those who surrender will not be killed!"

The sound echoed through the wide street, startling a few sparrows huddled under the eaves of a distant house, which fluttered and flew toward the pale sky.

Lin Ye watched as the surging black iron cavalry on the screen poured into the capital like a tide. He slowly leaned back against the headboard, the water in the glass in his hand swaying gently as he lay down.

He smiled slightly, with a lazy, playful air about him.

Then he raised the cup and pointed it at the bright yellow figure on the screen, who was fleeing in panic amidst the chaos.

"It'll be soon, Shu Jingwei..."

……

Shu Jingwei spurred her horse on at breakneck speed, whipping it incessantly, causing it to gallop wildly.

The imperial guards following behind also spurred their horses at full gallop, their hooves clattering rapidly and chaotically across the cobblestone streets of Zhuque Avenue.

The locust trees along the street had just sprouted new buds the size of a fingernail, their tender green tips trembling in the dust kicked up by the iron hooves.

She was in such a hurry that she didn't even notice the Imperial Guards behind her disappearing one by one.

The words "Those who surrender will not be killed" at the city gate were like a stone thrown into a calm pond, the ripples spreading outwards into the hearts of many guards.

They instinctively followed Shu Jingwei, but as they ran, they suddenly realized—

That's not right!

Wang Meng's army doesn't kill surrendered soldiers, so why are they running away with Shu Jingwei?

Even if we run to the palace, what can we do? Can the palace walls be stronger than the walls of the capital?

If she gets caught too, wouldn't we just be waiting to die?!

Thinking of this, countless soldiers suddenly pulled on their reins and began to turn their horses around and head back.

It wasn't until Shu Jingwei's horse rushed into the main gate of the palace that she pulled on the reins, preparing to slow down and glance behind her.

The horse's back was covered in whip marks, its skin torn and bleeding profusely.

Suddenly pulled by the reins, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, almost being thrown off by Shu Jingwei.

She clicked her tongue. Now even an animal dared to disrespect her?!

She was about to give the beast who dared to throw her a good beating when she turned around and froze.

There was no sign of the Imperial Guard behind them.

Along the entire street, apart from those that had already dismounted and arrived nearby, there were only a few scattered horses.

The number of people sitting on horseback can be counted on two hands.

These are all elderly people who have followed the Great Flame royal family for many years and are determined to uphold the "orthodoxy".

Many of them were nearing retirement age, their hair was gray, and they had been rushing all the way, so much so that they were walking with trembling hands after dismounting.

"Where is he?!" Shu Jingwei's eyes widened so much they almost popped out of their sockets, and she couldn't help but shout:

"Where are the others?!"

She was met with silence. The veterans lowered their heads, none daring to speak.

Shu Jingwei's chest heaved violently, and the breath she exhaled from her nostrils turned into wisps of white mist in the cold spring air.

She wished she could drag back all those imperial guards who had deserted their posts immediately, kill them one by one, and then whip their corpses!

But—no!

Given the current situation, she has no choice but to pursue these matters further.

Wang Meng could catch up at any moment, she had to hurry!

Shu Jingwei took a deep breath, abruptly turned her head, grabbed another horse beside her, and galloped towards the warehouse.

It rampaged recklessly, causing the palace servants to scream in alarm. Those who couldn't dodge in time were knocked to the ground, their fates unknown.

Before the veterans could even catch their breath, they were back on horseback. The veteran whose horse had been taken by Shu Jingwei had to squeeze onto another horse and follow behind her.

Seeing Shu Jingwei bump into several palace servants, several veterans sighed and left the group.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, Shu Jingwei unlocked the door with her key and let everyone follow her inside.

This is her private treasury; all the valuables that the Great Flame Sect has left are here. The national treasury has long been emptied by her.

Then she started packing things, stuffing small items like gold hairpins, jade bracelets, necklaces, and thumb rings into the cloth bag.

Then she turned around and saw a white jade Guanyin statue that was half the height of a person. Her eyes lit up and she wanted to move it too.

I tried to move it, but I couldn't.

She gritted her teeth and tried again, her arm veins bulging, but the jade Guanyin remained motionless.

"Your Majesty..." an old soldier couldn't help but speak up, "This thing... can't be moved."

Shu Jingwei whirled around, her gaze piercing like a knife. "Shut up!"

But her hand loosened again, and she went to collect the gold and silver ingots that could be used directly.

Lin Ye watched Shu Jingwei's flustered state behind the curtain, unable to let go of this or that, wishing she could empty the entire warehouse, and felt utterly speechless.

What time is it? Why are you still packing your luggage here?

Carrying such a huge load, is this some kind of escape or relocation?

This is to the point that if it were in a TV series, people would criticize the screenwriter for being brainless.

But then he thought about it again and realized that it was that stupid woman, Shu Jingwei, who had done such a thing, so he felt relieved.

Suddenly I feel normal again...

But she'll probably be here for a while, it's too boring to watch like this.

Lin Ye's gaze shifted. Wasn't there another interesting person in this palace?

I wonder how Shu Rou's "divine messenger" will deal with this situation.

Maybe they've already run away?

Lin Ye smiled, with a hint of anticipation for a good show, and with a thought, switched the designated character on the screen to Shu Rou.