At this moment, a messenger rushed to the city gate of the Imperial Capital.
The city guard was about to stop him when he saw the messenger take out his token and shout at the top of his lungs.
"Urgent battle report for 800 miles!"
Baixin, who was near the city gate, hurriedly made way. The city guards also retreated, not daring to stop him.
They looked at the back of the messenger as he sped away and discussed softly.
"Where did the battle report come from?"
"Don't tell me there's going to be a battle?"
"I don't know. I hope it's a false alarm. Don't fight."
… .
The messenger rode wildly through the city.
By the time he reached the palace gate, the horse was so tired that it could not stand steadily and fell to the ground.
The messenger fell.
Ignoring the pain, he got up on all fours, raised the token that represented his status, and roared at the imperial guards in front of the palace gate.
