Panyu.
This was the royal capital of the Kingdom of Lingnan.
As Luo Xin stepped down from his carriage, he immediately saw a martial-looking man dressed in the robes of a vassal king and knew that this must be Zhao Tuo. The Chancellor ranked above vassal kings, but Zhao Tuo was an outer vassal and could, in theory, ignore Luo Xin. Doing so, however, would have been utterly foolish.
Seeing Luo Xin descend from the carriage, Zhao Tuo hurried forward with a smile. "Greetings, Chancellor. Words truly cannot express how eagerly I, the Lonely One, have awaited your arrival."
Zhao Tuo felt uneasy. Luo Xin smiled and said, "It is my honor to have Your Majesty come to welcome me. Lingnan is far away; may you enjoy good health."
After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Tuo and Luo Xin entered the city together. Luo Xin asked, "Your Majesty, where did this city's name come from?"
Zhao Tuo considered briefly before answering, "It combines the names of two local mountains."
Luo Xin smiled. "Your Majesty originally hailed from the Central Plains. When you raise your head to gaze at the moon, do you ever miss your homeland?"
Zhao Tuo's expression shifted slightly. "Naturally, I miss it. But here in Lingnan, I, the Lonely One, must concern myself with the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Duke Zhao instructed me to cultivate Lingnan diligently, and I dare not forget it for even a moment."
A moment's thought told Luo Xin what Zhao Tuo was worried about. He smiled, his tone utterly sincere. "Indeed. A thousand years ago, my ancestors left their homes and wells behind, departing the ancestral lands of the Zhou people to establish a state in Luo.
"Countless Ji clansmen and meritorious retainers left their homeland of Fenghao, and only then