The night was as dark as ink, and the torches on the palace walls flickered in the wind, illuminating Chen Yuan's shifting, uncertain expression.
Chen Yuan, commander of the Imperial Insignia Guard, rested his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. At this moment, he was undergoing the most crucial decision of his life.
"Older brother, can't you see clearly yet? His Majesty is dissolute beyond measure, and Wu Zhong's Yue Armor Army is nothing more than a machine for slaughter. It's simply not worth it for our Chen family to be buried along with him!" Thinking of his own clan, Chen Tianquan earnestly persuaded him, speaking with heartfelt concern.
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