"His Majesty has arrived!!"
Sure enough, just as everyone's gazes turned toward the distance, a shrill voice rang out.
"Whoosh!"
Countless eagerly expectant eyes turned in that direction.
An Imperial Carriage slowly made its way before the Vermilion Bird Gate.
"Thud, thud, thud."
Close behind the Imperial Carriage followed a thousand Imperial Guards, their armor immaculate, their killing aura rushing straight at them.
The leading general had stern, heroic brows, a precious saber at his waist, and rode proudly atop an iron-barded horse with his head held high.
Those hawk-like eyes swept over everyone present.
This general was named Wang Di.
He was the Commander of the Imperial Guards.
A martial artist of the Upper Fourth Rank.
And at Wang Di's side—
A figure in red robes strolled leisurely along.
The red-robed figure was pale and beardless. His somewhat wooden-looking face occasionally flashed with an air of majesty.
It made for a rather jarring impression.
He followed behind Wang Di at an unhurried pace. He did not appear rushed in the slightest, merely strolling lazily, yet his speed did not lag behind at all.
He was Si Zhongxiao, the Eunuch Scribe of the court.
As the Imperial Carriage came to a halt, the majesty on Si Zhongxiao's face vanished at once, replaced by the utmost respect. He gently lifted the green silk canopy of the carriage.
"Your Majesty, please be careful."
Speaking softly and gently, Si Zhongxiao took Emperor Jianhong's wrist like a faithful hound and carefully assisted him down from the Imperial Carriage.
Emperor Jianhong was expressionless. After stepping down from the carriage, he raised his head and swept his gaze across the densely packed commoners ahead.
"Your Majesty, please follow this servant."
Si Zhongxiao bent at the waist and guided Emperor Jianhong forward.
"Mm."
Emperor Jianhong merely nodded