Crowds of people gathered along the bluestone avenue in front of the Biluoyuan Courtyard. Suddenly, the rhythmic clip-clop of iron horseshoes echoed through the air, drawing everyone’s gaze toward a black stallion clad in silver armor.
Atop the horse sat a young man in silver-gray armor. His expression was cold and stern, his bearing arrogant, and he held his head so high with such icy indifference that he seemed not to regard anyone as worthy of his notice.
Behind him marched a squad of soldiers in gray armor, spears in hand, flanking a gray sedan chair. The soldiers stepped in perfect unison, eyes fixed forward, radiating an imposing aura.
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