"If this consort isn't mistaken, there are at most three hundred men combined in the front and back courtyards. Aren't you afraid your boast will burst?" Yang Mengchen mocked coldly.
"You're right, there are indeed only three hundred men here, but each one is an elite soldier, more than enough to deal with you." Liao Zhiyan said with a smug face, "As for the rest of the elite troops, I've ordered them to seize the Imperial Palace. Soon, Dong Chu will be in the palm of my hand, ha ha ha ha!"
Yang Mengchen shook her head gently. "If it were me, I would have gathered all my forces here."
"What do you mean?" Liao Zhiyan's face changed.
Looking at the puzzled Liao Zhiyan, Yang Mengchen's eyes showed pity, and she pressed her lips together without speaking.