He died instantly when he was struck by another sword.
This scene greatly frightened the civil officials.
But the generals and all the victorious soldiers waved their fists and shouted, "Long live! Long live! Long live!"
The shouts were deafening and echoed through the sky.
After personally killing Tu Qi, the Empress sheathed the blood-stained sword and handed it to Qin Chuan.
"This is the imperial sword that I am bestowing upon you."
Qin Chuan took it, speechless.
No, can you wipe the blood off?
The Empress did not look at Qin Chuan again, but said to the eunuchs around her, "Give the order to all soldiers to enter the city! The people in the city have been waiting for quite some time. The rest will be dealt with by the Ministry of Revenue."
After saying that, she looked at Qin Chuan and said, "You will ride with me in the imperial carriage into the city."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
As Qin Chuan sat in the imperial carriage, he smelled the faint fragrance wafting from inside, which was very refreshing. The Empress's jade arm occasionally brushed against his arm, its soft and smooth texture making him feel even more restless.
Every now and then, their eyes met, and the Empress's eyes held a hint of affection, instantly creating an intimate atmosphere in the carriage...
...
at this time.
Inside the capital city.
The streets were almost completely packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.
Even on a freezing cold day, people were sweating profusely from being squeezed together.
There were yamen runners and officials maintaining order, leaving a passable path.
There were also Imperial Guards on high ground, keeping watch for assassins.
The people craned their necks to watch, afraid of missing the excitement. When they saw the royal guards entering the city, they all shouted.
"Here they come! Here they come!"
"The Imperial Preceptor entered in His Majesty's imperial carriage!"
"What imperial advisor? He's the Prince of Yan now!"
"Yes, the Prince of Yan is riding in His Majesty's imperial carriage, and he's here!"
Qin Chuan entered the city with the Empress. When the people saw the triumphant soldiers, they presented them with poultry, eggs, vegetables, oranges, flatbread, and other items.
Many soldiers even recognized each other as relatives with civilians on the spot.
"Isn't that Gouwazi? Gouwazi! I'm your third uncle!"
Gouwazi excitedly walked up to his third uncle and exclaimed, "Third Uncle, I've leveled up three times!"
"Haha, our Gouwazi has finally gotten what he deserves! Uncle is so happy for you!"
"Third Uncle, I'll go back to the camp for the victory celebration first. I'll have a day off tomorrow and then go see you!"
"Alright, alright, go ahead!"
Uncle San wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Gouwazi has made something of himself..."
...
Countless examples like this exist.
The people were very satisfied with the outcome of this battle and spared no effort in praising and celebrating it with the best words.
Seeing the Empress and the Prince of Yan walking side by side, everyone speculated that the Empress's beloved must be the Prince of Yan; otherwise, who else could be worthy of her?
The soldiers returned to their camps in the north and south and held a three-day victory celebration banquet.
Each soldier also received three to five taels of silver, while officers and colonels received ten taels.
Overnight, the brothels in the capital were overflowing with customers, their thresholds practically worn down...
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