In the night, Changan was under curfew, pitch-black and quiet except for some specific festivals. Only the occasional figures of the Military Marquis and watchmen would pass by on the streets.
But tonight was different. The entire city of Changan was filled with the light of flames and the sounds of fighting.
At a nearby manor, all the peasants gazed up at the towering flames in Changan, unable to sleep.
This wasn't some disease prevention measure; it's clearly a war!
Who were the enemies? And how did they get into Changan? The peasants wondered.
Among them were nobles, looking solemn.
They knew more and understood that their emperor was now in danger. But they couldn't act rashly; if the emperor fails, they would carry the burden of restoring the Great Tang!
"For the Great Tang, we must win!" The nobles whispered.
Meanwhile, within Changan City, Longevity Square was surrounded by countless defensive fortifications and encampments, sealing it off completely.
