Amid wave after wave of cheers.
In the distance.
Escorted by several thousand red-armored Wang Wei guards, Zhu Ying stood at the head of the formation as he approached Ying Tian City.
The Imperial Grandson had returned.
Yingtian was shaken.
Without question.
This homecoming, like Zhu Ying's first return to Yingtian, was one of glory.
It brought even greater glory than the destruction of Northern Yuan in the past.
He had expanded the Ming Dynasty's territory by millions of li.
What a magnificent achievement!
"Welcome the triumphant return of His Highness the Imperial Grandson!"
"Welcome His Highness the Imperial Grandson..."
As Zhu Ying rode onto the official road before the city, countless commoners began shouting in unison.
This time.
It was winter.
Thus, Zhu Yuanzhang had specially issued an edict stating that the commoners who came to welcome him need not kneel in salute.
Amid those resounding cheers.
Zhu Ying gradually approached the city gates.
"I'm finally back."
"Yingtian."
Looking upon the familiar city of Yingtian, Zhu Ying smiled.
After fighting and killing on the battlefield for so long.
He had finally returned.
Compared with the war on the Northern Frontier, Yingtian, as the capital, was naturally as peaceful as ever.
Yet the stronger city walls built from concrete, along with the concrete-paved roads outside, revealed the Ming Dynasty's transformation.
"Xiongying."
"You've finally returned."
As Zhu Ying rode forward, Zhu Yuanzhang came up to meet him with a broad smile.
"Grandfather."
"Father."
Zhu Ying dismounted and looked at his two long-unseen closest relatives, a joyful smile on his face.
"It's good that you're back."
Zhu Biao said with a smile.
"Your servants welcome His Highness the Imperial Grandson."
The civil and military officials waiting within the gates also bowed toward Zhu Ying with reverence.
"You may rise, my lords." Zhu