Just then.
Someone in the crowd shouted.
"They're here—!!!"
Boom—!!!
The clamorous noise fell silent all at once.
Then.
The ground began to tremble faintly.
At the end of their sight, dust billowed into the air.
Several thousand riders advanced toward Chang'an in utter silence.
Even from such a distance, the Killing Intent of the Demon Suppression Office made many citizens turn pale and instinctively hold their breath.
However.
Every gaze.
Was drawn, in the next instant, to the figure at the very front of the procession.
The person on horseback wore no armor, only a black brocade robe with tightly bound cuffs that outlined a slender, graceful figure.
Her ink-black hair was tied high, streaming in the wind.
As the distance closed.
That face finally came clearly into everyone's view.
Hiss—!!!
A chorus of sharp inhalations erupted.
What kind of face was that?
Like the clear halo of a new moon, like flowering trees heaped with snow.
Her features were exquisitely peerless, yet they carried an icy aloofness that kept others a thousand miles away.
"Clang!"
Amid the crowd, a young nobleman in brocade somehow dropped the folding fan from his hand.
His mouth hung open, drool spilling down his chin as he stared fixedly at that figure and muttered:
"Th-this... this is Her Highness the Eldest Princess?"
"Didn't they say... she was eight feet tall, with an eight-foot waist, a face black as charcoal, eyes like bronze bells, and wielded an eight-hundred-pound great halberd?"
The servant beside him hurriedly picked up the fan, his face full of excitement. "Young Master! Rumors lead people astray!"
Although no one in Chang'an was unaware of the Eldest Princess's name.
Not many had actually seen her in person.
Even though a small handful had seen her appearance at Prince Jing's Residence and