Zhao Feng slowly rode his horse forward, advancing toward the royal palace.
Soon.
He arrived within the royal palace.
Outside the Morning Discussion Hall.
King Ying Zheng stood with his hands together, wearing his ceremonial robe and crown, positioned at the top of the steps.
The civil and military officials were distributed on both sides beneath the steps.
"Return the horse to the palace, enjoy the pinnacle honor of military officials."
"The Great King's grace towards Zhao Feng is unparalleled."
Under the gaze of the hundred officials.
Zhao Feng slowly rode his horse forward, his horse's hooves stepping onto the Imperial Conference Square where no warhorse had ever trod before.
Such an honor.
Unprecedented.
"Feng'er."
King Ying Zheng looked at the mighty figure on the square with a gentle gaze, his eyes carrying an indescribable sense of relief.
Once.
King Ying Zheng had great expectations for many of his sons.
