265, Watching the battle in the rain, enjoying the view at Buddhist Tao Daoist Temple

No one expected that on this day, the cavalry, which should have been charging on the battlefield, would suddenly appear on this street.

Even less known was that behind such a massive mobilization stood Zhao Douan, a man whose reputation had surged to prominence.

"Rumble rumble rumble..."

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, distinctly crisp, causing the ground to tremble as well.

"Ah!"

A child squatting at the door, braiding their hair into pigtails and observing the oddities, instinctively opened their mouth wide in alarm, only to be swiftly silenced by an overprotecting mother.

"Inside, get inside quick!"

The middle-aged vendor suppressed his voice, his face stricken with fear, having no knowledge of what was happening.

But he vaguely reminisced about the winter three years ago.

On the day of the Xuan Sect coup, the streets were similarly overrun with iron-clad imperial guards thundering past.