At this moment, a long procession appeared, winding its way along the official road.
This procession was grand and imposing, even the guards wore striking armor, looking very majestic and not at all trivial.
In the middle of the procession was a wide and exquisite chariot, atop which flew a large banner with the word 'Zhao' written in flamboyant script.
The chariot rumbled forward, surrounded by the crowd, causing the merchants and commoners walking on the official road to step aside to the roadside.
Those with less courage even knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
The chariot rolled over the dust like this, heading toward the small town.
After the procession passed, people on both sides of the road heaved a sigh of relief, their hearts still pounding, and then began to whisper among themselves.
"Isn't that the Third Prince of Zhao Country? What is he up to, and why is he passing through here?"
