The May cold wind felt like cotton—not exactly biting, yet fierce enough to make the flags fluttering over the Imperial Mausoleum rattle aloud.
Dian Chu had mustered his forces early. Having spent the entire day conserving their energy in anticipation of midnight, the troops were now high-spirited and bristling with murderous intent.
"I wish the General a triumphant return, and eagerly await the victory banquet prepared for Jia Lingyun!"
Chapter 658