"Report!"
In the temporary residence of Prince Jiang Gao of Ying Country, a shout was heard followed by someone rushing in, a shoulder-standing bird with feathers like blazing flames, holding a letter in both hands with two blood-colored wing seals, symbolizing its significance.
"It's from the Grandmaster."
Jiang Gao received the letter with a respectful expression on his face.
Several days had passed since the great ceremony in Chen Country, and the world seemed to have returned to its former state as if nothing had changed. The people continued to live their lives, discussing the trivial matters of everyday life, yet it seemed that many important things had changed.
But these so-called important matters seemed unimportant to the common people.
The Emperor's visage did not trouble the people's minds any more than today's stale cabbage.
