Among the feudal lords who came to Zhao City this time, Jiangdong had the largest contingent. Led by Luo Chu, the Two Qiaos, members of the Qiao Clan, and several Jiangdong officials formed a grand delegation.
It was all because Luo Chu was going to marry in Zhao City.
The feudal lords were busy with their affairs and departed in turn, but a great many scholars remained in Zhao City.
Marquis Ying, Luo Chuan, who had long remained in Marquis Ying's Marquisate, returned to Zhao City with his wife.
When he stepped down from his carriage, earthshaking cheers erupted outside Zhao City. Countless scholars cried out, "Lord Zichuan!"
Their voices thundered, their feelings utterly sincere. Some even desperately pushed forward to catch a glimpse of Luo Chuan's true face.
The Luo Clan scions all watched the scene in astonishment.
As Luo Clan scions, most of them were generally treated with courtesy whenever they traveled, but this was entirely different from what Luo Chuan received.
Outsiders respected them because of their illustrious clan. In essence, it was no different from respecting the son of a duke or marquis, such as Yuan Shao.
But with Luo Chuan, they had no doubt that a single word from him would be enough for some of these people to give their lives for him.
Luo Chuan did not even have a Sacred Mark.
This was the prestige Luo Chuan had accumulated over decades, prestige that surpassed even the current Duke Zhao's.
Marquis Ying's Marquisate was one of the pillars of the Luo Clan's prestige.
Luo Chuan bowed to those scholars with his hands clasped. Forever gentle and refined-that was the impression people throughout the realm had of him. As he bowed, the scholars inside and outside Zhao City gradually quieted and bowed with clasped hands