Jiang Wang had crossed the grasslands twice before, but neither time had he entered the Supreme Royal Court.
When people were hurrying along the road, they always missed some scenery.
Now, as far as the eye could see, tents and dwellings stretched on like a sea of clouds, while dazzling treasure-light shone like golden dawn haze.
This golden city was like a dream made manifest, so magnificent and resplendent. It represented wealth and power, held fame and majesty in its grasp, and was where all glory converged.
Outside this great city, Jiang Wang recalled an old matter and casually said to Yuwen Duo, "The last time I came here, I ran into one of your relatives! Back then, he told me Rucheng was in Liyuan City, so I never entered the Royal Court."
"A relative of mine?" Yuwen Duo asked. "He didn't offend the Marquis, did he? If he did anything so blind as to offend you, just tell me. I'll bring him in for questioning at once."
The way he spoke made it seem that he held considerable standing within the Yuwen Family.
The Yuwen Clan was a Name Gate of Mu Kingdom, one of the most prestigious families on the grasslands.
It was naturally a good thing that Zhao Rucheng had a friend of such weight.
Jiang Wang smiled. "Not at all. He was very polite. He merely played a little joke on me."
"There aren't many people in my family who have anything to do with politeness." Yuwen Duo laughed heartily. "What did he look like?"
Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then described him. "He had a grand, open look, distinct brows and eyes, upright and handsome features. He was as tall as you, though somewhat thinner. Judging by his attire, he should have been Royal