[Two large red lanterns hung outside the main gate of the post station.]
[The character "Post" had been written on them in black ink.]
[Candles had also been lit within the post station, and for a time, the place was brightly illuminated.]
[The young nobleman seemed to have heard the commotion as well, yet he did not care in the slightest.]
[The Northern Yan Army had once been the Lu Family Army. Its discipline was exemplary; they would rather freeze to death than tear down a house, rather starve to death than plunder.]
[Even during the natural disasters that had struck Yan Territory over the years, the Northern Yan Army had always been the first to rush forward for rescue and relief.]
[In Yan Territory, seeing an army was unlike seeing one in the Four Kingdoms, where one had to tread cautiously.]
[For in these chaotic times, armies were like wolves, tigers, and leopards.]
[Yet Yan Territory had been peaceful for so many years, especially in a major stronghold like Jiakang City.]
[There was no way trouble could arise!]
[And yet, the scene before him planted doubt in his heart. Such a large force clearly was not a local garrison. Without transfer orders, how would the armies of various prefectures dare leave their own territories? There was something truly strange about this!]
[The main issue was that it was too dark at night to make out the banners. Given his family background, he recognized the flags of these commanderies and counties, as well as the armies of every route.]
[This was rather strange!]
[Judging by their momentum, they seemed to be heading this way.]
[Within the post station, an elderly post official heard the noise and stepped out of his quarters.]
[He wore plain clothes, his beard and hair white