Two days later, on the road to Linzhang City.
A troop of twenty thousand soldiers, marching majestically, escorting food, medicinal materials, and seeds.
At the forefront of the troop rode a young man with a commanding presence and a young woman in green, both emanating an air of valor and determination.
The troop maintained strict military discipline, with only the sound of orderly footsteps and no chatter.
Suddenly, the curtain of a carriage at the rear of the column was pulled aside, and a chubby boy half-emerged, complaining loudly, "I want to rest. My butt hurts, and I don't want to sit in the carriage anymore!"
He was the grandson of the Prime Minister, clad in brocade, with a chubby face and small, squinty eyes, the epitome of a pampered and spoiled young master.
No one paid him any mind, and the troop continued its march.
