Along the way, Gong Ziliang informed Lin Anruo to activate the array formation and nourish everyone's bodies.
After doing all of this, Gong Ziliang raised his head to look in the direction where Sun Yaowan's figure had disappeared and muttered, "It's time to go to the Imperial City."
At this moment, in the imperial city of the Monet Dynasty, there was a guard every five steps and a sentry every ten steps.
The wind blew, and the air was filled with a murderous aura.
The usually calm eunuchs and palace maids were all shocked.
Occasionally, the slightest movement from somewhere made them tremble in fear.
After all…
The news that the Flat River Dynasty was going to launch a military attack on the Monet Dynasty had already spread throughout the Imperial City.
Be it civil officials or generals, they all felt that the Third Prince had an unavoidable responsibility for this matter.