Just then.
Someone in the crowd shouted.
"They're here—!!!"
Boom—!!!
The originally clamorous noise fell completely silent in that instant.
Then.
The ground began to tremble faintly.
At the end of sight, dust billowed into the air.
Several thousand cavalry rode in utter silence, slowly approaching Chang'an.
Even from so far away, the baleful aura of the Demon Suppression Bureau made many commoners turn pale and instinctively hold their breath.
However.
Every gaze.
Was drawn, in the next instant, to the figure at the very front of the procession.
The person on horseback wore no armor, only a black brocade outfit with tightly bound cuffs that outlined a slender, graceful figure.
Her ink-black hair was tied high, flying in the wind.
As the distance closed.
That face finally came clearly into everyone's sight.
Hiss—!!!
A synchronized gasp erupted.
What kind of face was that?
Like the pale halo of a new moon, like flowering trees heaped with snow.
Her features were exquisitely flawless, yet they carried a chill and pride that kept others a thousand miles away.
"Clang!"
Among the crowd, a young master from an Aristocratic Clan dressed in brocade dropped his folding fan without realizing it.
His mouth hung wide open, drool spilling all over the ground as he stared fixedly at that figure and muttered:
"Th-this... is Her Highness the Grand Princess?"
"Didn't they say... she was eight feet tall, with a waist eight feet around, a face black as charcoal, eyes like bronze bells, and wielded an eight-hundred-jin halberd?"
The servant beside him hurriedly picked up the fan, his face full of excitement. "Young Master! Rumors mislead people!"
Though no one in Chang'an City was unaware of the Grand Princess's name.
Few had actually seen her in person.
Even though a small number of people had