As the hour reached seven, the gates of Guangming City swung open, and the carriage set out.
Four tall and strong horses led the way, guards on both sides hoisting Standard Banners embroidered with 'Eastern' and 'Yu'. Inside the grand eight-carrier sedan, King Yu, Dongfang Yinghai, dressed in a Nine Chapter Pattern Crown Robe, sat firmly on the throne, looking ahead through the crown at Dongfang Xinglan riding on the warhorse.
For a moment, King Yu's eyes flickered in a trance.
Back then, the niece who once managed the Jinyi Guard is now a powerful ruler in the Southwest, commanding millions of soldiers.
The Dynasty has been established for over four thousand years, although I am nominally Dongfang Xinglan's uncle, the bloodline between the main lineage and the collateral branches has long been as distant as strangers over the years.
But seeing my niece now riding on the warhorse does recall the majesty depicted in the portrait of the Great Ancestor Emperor.
