Clatter, clatter, clatter...
On the spacious long street of the Capital, Xue Shence led a group of military officers into the city, immediately drawing countless sidelong glances.
Usually, military officers seldom wore armor in public, let alone parading through the town like today.
When Xue Shence neared the residence of the Princely Heir of Prince Heng, following the letter given to him by Zhao Douan, he finally spoke slowly, outlining the general situation to avoid confusion among the group later.
"Prince Heng's Princely Heir has detained Master Zhao's men?"
The military officers looked at each other, instinctively wanting to withdraw.
They didn't want to wade into these muddy waters, but they forcibly restrained themselves.
The presence of the Secretariat Envoy clearly suggested backing for Zhao Douan, publicly demonstrating the solidarity of the military officers' faction.
Anyone who walked away at this point would clearly be courting death.
