The Ning'an Army was looting the Nanyue palace on a grand scale.

Outside the palace, the Southern Frontier Army had sealed all four city gates. The capital guard had taken heavy losses, and what was left of it had all been captured.

Nanyue's capital guard had numbered sixty thousand, plus ten thousand imperial guards.

But to escort the Nanyue emperor out, twenty thousand of the cavalry and the imperial guards had been withdrawn.

Of the forty thousand capital guard left behind, more than twenty thousand were killed or wounded, and the rest were all captured.

The whole Nanyue imperial city had fallen completely into Ning Chen's hands.

The Nanyue emperor had fled in such a hurry that he'd abandoned most of the good things.

In front of the Hall of Sacred Heaven, gold, silver, treasure and rare antiques were piled as high as mountains.

It would take twenty or thirty carriages to load it all.

And that was only part of it, only part of what the palace held. The rest of the imperial city hadn't even been counted.

This was the Nanyue imperial city, after all, where the great gate-clans and the high officials and notables gathered.

Ning Chen looked at chest after chest of glittering gold, and it didn't even excite him anymore... There was just too much of it.

Now he could say, very smugly, that he didn't like money, that money didn't interest him... The happiest he'd ever been was when he first met the Xuan Emperor and sold him a poem for ten taels of silver.

The Great Xuan's men looted from daylight deep into the night. When they were finally too exhausted to keep going, Ning Chen ordered them to rest and pick up the looting tomorrow.

He meant to strip the whole Nanyue imperial city down to the dirt.

A white-eyed wolf like Nanyue couldn't tell a big card from a little one. It had made its fortune on the Great Xuan's back, then turned around and bitten the hand that fed it.

This time they'd learn that what the Great Xuan could…