When Qin Yuan and the others escorted the carriage back to the palace, the sky was already bright.
As the entourage passed through the ashes-blackened city gates, the excitement from watching an exhilarating night of polo gradually subsided. Only then did everyone realize that a ferocious battle had occurred here last night, and many lost their lives and their ancestral homes in this chaos.
Qin Yuan lifted the carriage curtain and carefully observed the dilapidated city gates in the morning light, soldiers standing solemnly at the side with red clothes stained by gray ash. The autumn morning was indeed chilly.
After this night, many things had changed.
The carriage stopped at the palace gate.
