The atmosphere in Shengyuan Qilan City suddenly became tense. The Wen Family's limited troops not only had to fend off fifty thousand enemies but also protect the capital, reaching a point of being stretched thin.
However, it was evident that some people were happy to see such chaos. They had waited who knows for how long for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they didn't take action now, they might not have another chance.
"Anxiang Liang, Xiamu Yu, He Yuling, Qitian Mao, thank you for your continued help all these years. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today." In a room deep in the city's alleys, Bailong An spoke to several people.
"Your Highness of the Royal Family, we cannot accept thanks. It is our duty." The named individuals bowed, speaking with trepidation.
The four were all men, young and varied in stature, but they had one common trait—they all belonged to the aristocratic families most supportive of the Wu Family.
