Proclaiming to Heaven and Earth, Founding Great Yan!

Dawn broke from the heavens, splitting the horizon with light!

Yan Capital, South Gate.

You wore a faintly resigned look. In the end, there was no avoiding it.

You had sent messengers to tell Liu Wen and the others that you wanted a quiet return to the capital, but your wish had gone unfulfilled.

Roars surged from both sides like mountains and seas!

Lu Yu seemed to be deliberately hanging back behind you.

You alone rode ahead. Hooves rang against the ancient bluestone road.

Figures crowded the city walls. Some women covered their faces and wept; some elders knelt and would not rise.

"The Prince of Yan is back!"

"Long live the Prince of Yan!"

"The Prince of Yan has come home."

Countless people watched a lone rider pass slowly through the gates of Yan Capital.

You raised your head toward the horizon. Dawn spread like a brilliant brocade; distant mountains lay low, and autumn frost had dyed the hills red. It was a scene that belonged to autumn alone, magnificent amid its chill.

Every time you descended the mountain, it seemed you were met either by rain that washed the dust away or by the bleak company of autumn.

You never arrived to find spring warmth and blooming flowers, only autumn at its height.

Of all seasons, I had to come when spring was gone!

At that moment, you felt the fortune that usually flowed to you from Yan Territory swell to something vaster.

Amid the cries of the multitude, you rode into Yan Capital.

"What's so remarkable about him?" On the city wall, Yuwen Liqian's maid curled her lip. Her gaze rested on the middle-aged man on horseback, disdain edging her words.

"He looks ordinary enough. Nothing like the stories." During her time in Yan Territory, she had