The wind of late spring, carrying the flapping sound of battle flags, swept over Zhuque Gate. Draped in a black dragon robe, I stood atop the white jade steps, gazing at the iron-armored procession gleaming at the end of the long street.
General Yuan rode on a fine steed, with Yuán Shí at his left side. Behind the father and son, the dust kicked up by twenty thousand cavalrymen looked like a newly painted golden totem for Longxia State.
The victory banquet was held in the Taiji Hall, where glazed lamps illuminated the entire palace as if it were broad daylight.
Chapter 268