At this, he tossed aside one of his iron crutches and actually dropped to one knee. His ugly, twisted face was filled with fervor and resolve:
"Once I ascend the throne, the Kingdom of Dali will immediately submit to Great Yuan and remain its vassal forever! I will mobilize the entire nation, reorganize the army, and launch a fierce assault on Great Song from the southwest! Wherever Great Yuan's iron cavalry charges, there my Dali blades shall point. We will follow County Princess's lead without a second thought, with absolute loyalty!"
As Zhao Min listened to this declaration of allegiance, a satisfied curve lifted at the corner of her lips.
"Lin Xuan..." she murmured his name softly, recalling how arrogant and overbearing Lin Xuan had been before her that day. I haven't lost yet, have I?
Welcoming Back the Old Lord, Restoring the Grand Order?
Dali City was drunk on the spring breeze, with blossoms drifting throughout the streets.
Today was the Kingdom of Dali's annual Flower Festival, its grandest celebration of the year. It also coincided with the blooming season of camellias, and the entire city seemed to have been set aflame with excitement.
From above, every street and alley was festooned with lanterns and colorful decorations, crowds flowing endlessly through them. Countless camellias of every hue and form had been brought out onto the streets—red as fire, white as snow, pink as rosy clouds—adorning this ancient border city like a celestial palace.
Dressed in snow-white robes, Lin Xuan leisurely waved a folding fan as he strolled through the bustling crowd.
Two peerless beauties accompanied him, one on either side, drawing frequent glances from passersby and waves of astonished murmurs.
The girl on his left wore a jade-green dress. Petite and delicate, she had a sweet smile on her