Snow-White Blood Garbed Marquis!

The moon set and the sun rose. It was another new day.

Compared to when Ye Qingcang had left over two months ago, there was almost no change. Whether it was the people of every sort or the taverns and shops scattered everywhere, aside from the effects brought by the season—for instance, summer rain. If it had rained yesterday, the ground would inevitably be damp and dark in color. These were objective phenomena that could not be changed or controlled by human effort. A few irregularities were perfectly normal. Yet the change in atmosphere was equally eye-catching.

Yes.

Unlike the usual Xinzheng.

Xinzheng was especially lively today, and the pedestrians along the streets all wore excited expressions.

Especially at the city gates.

That was where the crowd was thickest.

Even the guards, who usually wore frosty expressions, had put on smiling masks.

Though impatience could still be seen in their eyes, considering the occasion, no one dared to pull a long face.

"Quite the spectacle!"

Inside a pavilion on a hillside near the city gate.

Zi Nu, now dressed in luxurious robes with her makeup removed and her coiled hair loosened to fall behind her back, secured only by two hairpins, looked gentle yet shrewd. She gazed toward the city gate in the distance, then lowered her eyes after a moment and offered a slightly emotional assessment.

Beside her stood Han Fei, dressed in splendid purple robes. He looked somewhat frivolous, yet standing with her, they had the air of a married couple. Like some dissolute young master, he rested one hand on his hip. Hearing her words, he shrugged. "It is perfectly normal for a victorious general returning home to make a bit of a display. Setting aside his personal stance and preferences, from the country's perspective alone, I