With the chief villain executed and thousands of soldiers trembling, Hall Master Zhang struck while the iron was hot. At his whistle, the white horse Susuang came from the distant mountains, a maiden in feathered robes already astride its back. Amid ten thousand shafts of light and rosy radiance, the world-renowned Princess Qingcheng arrived in stately grace. Her attire dazzled: a gold-hooked skirt, emerald pleats, jade hairpins, a phoenix clasp, a pearl-strung cape, and jade rings. Her pendant jades chimed with crystalline sweetness, her sash bathed in mist and snowy light. Her beauty shone: cheeks like white clouds cradling snow, eyes like an eternal moon bathing in waves, skin like congealed cream, a neck as snowy and slender as a lotus stem. A backward glance gathered mist and embraced the moon; a raised hand stirred breezes that rolled up snow. Truly, she was "a goddess descending to wander at ease, her immortal robes brushing past in flowing grace"!
As they had agreed beforehand, Princess Yongchang, whose beauty surpassed all under heaven, spoke not a word. Veiled in the soft white radiance of Susuang's snowy mane, she moved gracefully through the army toward Xing Yan. She merely inclined her delicate neck and elegantly saluted the Central Court Grand Master standing before her horse. Zhang Xingyan, who had boldly taken this task upon himself, gathered his strength and thundered:
"Princess Qingcheng is here! Who dares rebel?!"
At that shout, the armies recoiled. The Four Seas Hall Master, who had intimidated them with divine arts, suddenly discovered that Ju Ying's title of "Princess Qingcheng" carried more weight than his martial power. Once he proclaimed her name, the vast ranks of armored soldiers across the drill ground fell to their knees, bowing in reverence. In an instant, not even a crow or sparrow