Thousand of banners drooped down.
Not a sound was heard from the crows and sparrows.
Meng Qiang lowered the hand that was pressing on his shoulder, cursed under his breath, and with a clang, sheathed his sword.
The physicians of the Imperial Medical Bureau had been waiting for a long time and hurried out to lead both parties' men into the bureau for treatment.
Liang Qu still couldn't move and wouldn't be able to attend the follow-up court meeting, so he let the Heavenly Feather Guard gather around him, pretending nothing was amiss, and blended into the team with the appearance of just conducting an inspection.
The various nations' delegations buzzed with noisy discussions.
Although it was not surprising for the Northern Court to raise an army and send a delegation on this festive occasion to show their prowess, as long-standing grievances between the two countries were common, it was truly startling to see Dashun being suppressed in the grand hall.
