Xu Que and his three thousand soldiers were marching towards the third Duke's residence.
On the other side, the soldiers of the Imperial City had no idea whether they should inform the Duke first or rescue Young Twelve first, feats which would be dangerous either way.
Thus, they just stood still.
…
In the main bedroom of the third Duke's residence, the door closed. Inside the room, a woman who was richly bejeweled began undressing a middle-aged man.
The man draped a pair of imperial robes on his body and sneered. "These are the imperial robes that belong to me!"
The woman covered her mouth with her hand and smiled. "Since you are wearing the imperial robes, you should start to call yourself 'Emperor' as well."
"Haha! Quite right!" The man laughed hard.
This room was shielded by a Protection Array, so they could not be heard by people outside.