Tap tap tap.
Prince Dingbei, donned in military attire, rode on his battle-tested horse, and from a distance caught sight of his little darling, which made him press his horse harder to charge forward speedily.
Whoa.
"Daughter warmly welcomes Father; may Father be blessed," Niu Pan'er lifted the hem of her robe and knelt in front of the horse.
"Your subject pays respects to the Prince."
Swish swish swish.
The guards accompanying Niu Pan'er knelt down all at once.
Song Zhiyu watched the approaching mass of men and horses with intense aura, led by a man in the forefront dressed in military garb, with an intimidating presence. Seeing this, Song Zhiyu gulped, his knees weakened, and he too knelt down.
Oh heavens, how magnificent, how awe-inspiring.
"Hahaha, I knew this girl would come to greet me. Stand up, everyone," Prince Dingbei, Niu Dali, jumped off his horse, walked over with large strides, and personally helped his daughter up.
