Though Wu Dongmu was broad and portly, and appeared quite foolish, when it came to the time of extreme risk to life, he was as nimble as a rat, and in a few seconds, he slipped into the crowd, such that Song Juguang's head ached a bit too. A ferocious ruthlessness flashed in Song Juguang's gaze, and she leaped to chase after him, but she hadn't gone far when she was obstructed by the soldiers in the middle of battle. Raising her gaze, she saw Wu Dongmu fleeing even further away, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, and her hands surreptitiously formed a seal, and the next moment, she turned and rushed towards the Rear Court. What was insignificant and what was not, she could still tell clearly. Over there, ever since Meng Daosheng had brought soldiers into the Imperial Palace, she'd pressed towards the Rear Court, cutting through thorns and overcoming all obstacles along the way, the battlefield behind her left largely to the sisters she'd brought along...