Everyone followed behind the marriage alliance procession and did not strike again.
The marriage alliance procession picked up its pace, soon arriving at Sweet Spring Commandery.
When the marriage alliance procession reached Sweet Spring Commandery, it was late autumn.
The bridal escort stretched for dozens of li, with an extravagantly decorated carriage in the middle.
Its curtains hung low, shutting out both the windblown sand and prying eyes.
At the front of the procession, Vice Minister of Rites Chen Mingyuan rode on horseback, his face full of exhaustion.
It had been more than a month since he departed the Imperial City. The jolting journey had worn him down beyond measure.
"Eunuch Wang, we have arrived."
Ahead, a troop of cavalry stood in formation.
Their leader wore black armor and rode a black horse, an air of killing intent rushing straight at them.
Wang Qi, Chen Mingyuan, and the others dismounted, quickly stepping forward to cup their hands in greeting.
"Vice Minister of Rites Chen Mingyuan, under imperial orders, has escorted the marriage alliance procession across the border. Greetings, General Li."
Li Xuancang nodded slightly and returned their salute.
"Lord Chen, you have worked hard. The Grassland People have already sent men to receive them, but by custom, Sweet Spring Commandery must escort the procession for part of the way."
"Rest in the commandery city first. I will personally see you out of the pass."
"Many thanks, General Li."
Li Xuancang's gaze passed over Chen Mingyuan and paused slightly the moment it fell upon the carriage.
The curtains hung low, revealing nothing.
Yet his hearing was exceptionally keen. He caught the faint sound of conversation inside, like a child whispering questions.
He said no more, turned his horse around, and led the army onward.
The carriage slowly entered Sweet Spring Commandery,