"Liao Ye, is that Mount Tai ahead?"
On the journey back, Xiang An suddenly pointed ahead and asked Liao Ye beside him.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, that is indeed Mount Tai ahead." Liao Ye answered with cupped fists, looking toward the distant, towering mountain alongside Xiang An.
Xiang An glanced back. Under Zi Juan's lead, the main force had already returned to Linzi ahead of them. Three thousand troops remained behind to deal with any unforeseen circumstances and ensure Xiang An's safety.
In truth, Xiang An did not need protection, but as the King of Northern Chu, certain formalities still had to be observed.
After a moment's thought, Xiang An turned back around. "Liao Ye, when we reach the mountain, have everyone rest for a while. You'll accompany me up Mount Tai."
"Yes."
Xiang An stroked the mane on Torrent Gallop's neck. Torrent Gallop understood at once and quickened his pace.
As Xiang An looked at the magnificent mountain range soaring into the clouds, he could not help but sigh softly.
Though the thought had come to him on a whim, this mountain truly stirred some memories within him.
One of his two fathers, Qin Shi Huang Zheng of the Qin Dynasty, had once come here to perform the Feng and Shan rites. On his way down the mountain, he had encountered heavy rain, and the pine tree that sheltered Qin Shi Huang from the wind and rain had even been granted the rank of "Five Grand Master."
Looking up, an idea arose in Xiang An's heart.
Why not perform the Feng and Shan rites atop Mount Tai himself?
It was not that Xiang An was arrogant enough to believe the realm already belonged to him. What he cared about more was the true meaning of the rites, one that