In March, spring brought warmth, blooming flowers, and lush greenery. Peace and prosperity reigned across the kingdoms.
Yet at the border between the Jin Kingdom and Southern Zhao, two armies faced each other in a tense standoff. Had they not all been dressed in festive red, anyone unaware of the occasion would have thought they were about to go to war.
"King of Southern Zhao."
Su Xun stepped out from the procession and looked at the man opposite him. "If you want to take Qi'an home, you must first pass a little test."
"That's right."
Emperor Jing of Jin emerged from the procession with ten masked men whose builds were identical to Xiao Yu's.
"Little Imperial Uncle is among these ten men. Please find him yourself, King of Southern Zhao."
Dantai Yunheng, dressed in magnificent wedding robes and radiant with joy, dismounted with easy confidence, utterly unconcerned by this little test.
"You may look, but no touching," Su Xun reminded him when he suddenly approached the men.
Dantai Yunheng gave a cold snort at that.
He would never touch any man other than An An.
He examined the ten masked men one by one as he walked past them.
When he reached the seventh, he suddenly stopped.
Then he reached out and pulled him forward.
"Are you sure it's him?" Su Xun asked.
"Xuanzhi, if it were you, could you recognize me that easily?" A flicker of surprise crossed Emperor Jing of Jin's eyes when Dantai Yunheng immediately decided that man was Xiao Yu.
Even he would not have been entirely confident of finding Little Imperial Uncle.
Cui Rong took his hand and answered without hesitation, "Yes." When someone mattered to you, you knew his presence, every movement, every frown, every word and smile better than anything.
Dantai Yunheng gently