This was the most glorious moment Yang Sheng had experienced since becoming emperor, and also the moment when his sense of self-identity stood at its highest. At this moment, Yang Sheng felt that being a good emperor, being a ruler whose achievements benefited the realm and whose legacy endured for a thousand autumns, was an immensely fulfilling thing.
The entire imperial procession passed through Liebang City without stopping, instead going straight through the city. During this period, some commoners even followed the emperor's convoy onward, but after they passed through the city, the Fengshan procession accelerated considerably. In the end, the commoners returned home under the persuasion of several officials.
Yet having welcomed the Son of Heaven's carriage and seen Great Zhen's Son of Heaven up close, wearing his ceremonial crown and carrying himself with majestic bearing, every citizen of Liebang City was tremendously excited.
The ruler of a nation stood outside his carriage in the cold wind, braving it for more than ten li simply so his subjects could see him. This act not only elevated his image among Great Zhen's people, but also even more so in the hearts of Great Zhen's accompanying civil and military officials.
One early morning near the end of the first month, the Fengshan procession, having calculated the timing precisely, arrived at the foot of Tingqiu Mountain. The strange thing was that although Tingqiu Mountain was covered in ice and snow, there was not a trace of snow in the direction the Fengshan procession was advancing.
Some accompanying officials had originally intended to praise the officials in charge of clearing the road, but after hesitating, those officials did not dare claim all the credit. They simply told the truth: several days earlier, this road had already required almost no human clearing. Even the