The mighty procession, the Emperor leading hundreds of officials out of the palace.
The Emperor rode in the Imperial Chariot.
The civil servants sat in palanquins, the military generals on horseback.
After walking for half an hour, everyone saw the upturned bluestone pavement.
Half a mile really is no joking matter.
The Emperor, sitting inside the Imperial Chariot, was swaying back and forth.
Those officials sitting in palanquins had it even worse, as the bearers stumbled over stones, the palanquins nearly overturned, and knocking one's head against the palanquin was considered minor.
Prince NanAn looked at the ruined road several times towards Marquis Dongxiang.
He admired the capabilities of the people from Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.
How many came to destroy the road right under Duke Chong's nose like this?
Even Marquis Dongxiang was speechless.
His subordinates were too diligent in their work.
But whether it rained or not was up to the heavens.
