The next day, as dawn was barely breaking, a man left the Imperial City, spurred his horse, and galloped toward the camp of the Huoyu Army outside the city.
"Emperor Zhou is really impatient," he thought to himself. "Just one day has passed, and not all of the rebellious ministers have been dealt with, yet he has already dispatched messengers to order an assault on the people from the Three Temples."
Not far from the Imperial City, a bald figure in a tavern watched the eunuch messenger ride past on the street below and couldn't help but murmur softly.
"This foolish ruler, huh!" Another bald figure next to the speaker huffed.
"Foolish ruler? An Emperor who could foresee this coup in advance and knows its details like the back of his hand is hardly a foolish ruler," Shi Jue said as he gently shook his head.
