The sixty thousand-strong army marched grandly toward Chang'an.
Chu Ge was once more looking down upon what was to follow from a god's perspective.
The mighty army marched in grandeur, advancing into Chang'an.
This noble city was more than undefended—it practically welcomed them with open gates.
Tang Xizong and Tian Lingzi had already fled in haste with their personal guards, much like Emperor Yingzong of Qi had tried to escape from the capital in years past.
But now, there was not one official in the imperial court capable of detaining the emperor and organizing the capital's defense like Li Boxi once did.
And so, Tang Xizong, just like Emperor Yingzong of Qi, slipped away quietly, informing none of the officials or royal relatives.
Thus, while many were still bewildered and lost, Huang Xianzhi's forces had already arrived outside the city walls of Chang'an.
The people hurried to the streets to watch, as if greeting a victorious army.
Chu Ge silently sighed.
