Both sides engaged in a fierce battle were Imperial Guards, all strong soldiers wearing the same uniforms. At a glance, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
Jiang Shaohua stopped far away, scrutinized them carefully, and whispered to Song Yuan, "Those with white cloth wrapped around their left arms should be our people. The rebels joining the palace coup have red cloth wrapped on their left arms."
After Emperor Taihe's demise, all Imperial Guards in the palace should wear white cloth. Those with red cloth here must be the rebels.
Song Yuan nodded slightly and asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"
There was a cold glint of killing intent in Jiang Shaohua's eyes: "With just this small number of people, sacrificing all of them won't quell the rebellion. To capture the leader, you must first capture the king. Let's not worry about them; we'll keep circling around."
Thus, they ran through twists and turns for a long distance.
