After entering the Capital City, Pan Yun parted ways with them.
When the Third Prince noticed that Miao Zhen was nowhere to be seen as well, he could not help asking Miao He, "Where is your Senior Sister?"
Miao He said, "Senior Sister has her own matters to attend to. You only invited Senior Brother and me to serve as translators. She is not your subordinate."
The Third Prince frowned slightly. He did not understand why Elder Brother had not invited the cleverer Miao Zhen as translator, but had instead invited Miao He and Tao Yanbai.
He looked around, and all he saw was the splendor of the Capital City. He could not help but feel envious.
He had thought Chang'an and Luoyang were already prosperous enough, yet the Capital City was even more flourishing than both. Towering beams and painted rafters rose everywhere, crowds flowed like woven fabric, and goods dazzled the eye in endless variety. More than half the things he saw, he did not even recognize.
No wonder Yesen had set his heart on the south, wishing to restore the former Yuan's glory; those Golden Lineages had also always dreamed of unifying the realm and reclaiming their splendor.
The lands occupied by the Ming Dynasty were truly too prosperous, their resources too abundant.
People from the Court of State Ceremonial came to receive them.
Recently, envoys from the various grassland tribes had been arriving one after another. The reception officials were thoroughly familiar with the work and directly led them to the post station.
This celebration of the National Preceptor's birthday was even livelier than the previous celebration of the Emperor's birthday, so the Court of State Ceremonial had prepared several additional residences to serve as post stations.
The people from the various grassland tribes were arranged