The Age of Prosperity Descends!

At the South Gate of Yan Capital, people surged like a winding dragon.

Whether Qianyuan's delegation or the Han Kingdom envoys who had come from afar, none appeared impatient. They merely followed the line in silence and waited patiently.

"A city wall built of earth and timber is far inferior to a Great Wall built from the hearts of the people."

The moment those words were spoken!

Yuwen Liqian, Xie Chun'an, and the others fell into contemplation, complicated emotions flickering in their eyes.

Wu Long's gaze swept across Yan Capital, and his conviction deepened.

If Qianyuan wished to conquer the world, its foremost rival would be Yan Territory—and this Prince of Yan!

The Empress had labored tirelessly over the years, personally taking the lead in farming, moving the capital south, building irrigation works, recruiting talent far and wide, establishing northern and southern imperial examinations, elevating the status of commerce, and more. In any era of Great Qian, such achievements could be praised as the deeds of a sage ruler.

She would not be inferior to this Prince of Yan. Moreover, Great Qian's army was invincible beneath heaven.

That was Wu Long's confidence!

Complex emotions also churned within Zou Lin. As a subject of Great Qing, he had always held a special sentiment toward this Prince of Yan.

In this age, all four nations were recuperating and gathering strength. The grand tide of the world seemed to be caught in a delicate, fragile balance.

He knew well that the slightest friction could cover this land in beacon fires once more, while the neighing of warhorses would again resound across the skies.

The renowned generals of the world might all be thrilled by this, eager to establish merit upon the battlefield—when one general achieved glory, ten thousand bones withered beneath him.

Yet