Jiakang City, at the prefectural office.
A yellow wooden carriage carved with patterns quietly stopped before the prefectural office. The driver gently tugged the reins.
He gave a low shout:
"Whoa—"
The driver was a tall, middle-aged man in fine hemp clothing, with a leather belt around his waist. He had a square face, a full beard, and an honest-looking expression.
"Honored guests, we've arrived at the Jiakang Prefectural Office!"
The three climbed down from the carriage, and the young lady among them drew several extra glances from the driver.
Having driven carriages for years, he had rarely seen a woman with such extraordinary bearing and beauty. Yet he did not stare long before withdrawing his gaze.
Yuwen Liqian supported Du Hui as he stepped down.
Back when Yuwen Liqian had studied at White Deer Academy, she had never revealed her identity.
Teacher Du Hui had tolerated no sloppiness in his teaching, and he had smacked her palms more than a few times.
Even after she regained her identity as a princess, Du Hui had remained the same.
He had once said, "In the classroom, I am the teacher. Even if a prince comes, I treat him no differently."
This elderly man of Great Chu, Du Hui, was travel-worn, yet his face was full of delight.
"Liqian remembered her teacher. I had long wished to visit Yan Territory, but worldly affairs kept tying me down."
Du Hui nodded!
"Reading ten thousand volumes is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles!"
Du Hui looked at the hired carriage drawn by four horses, an unusual expression appearing on his aged face.
Great Chu had always advocated ritual and virtue.
Ritual meant the rites and laws.
The Son of Heaven rode six horses, while feudal lords could only ride four. This had