The royal entourage arrived and stopped steadily on the road. Because of the confusion and chaos of battle, no yellow dirt had been spread on the road or water sprayed. However, the Emperor's feet did not hesitate to step down firmly and steadily from the steps, standing on the dirt beside Jingdou.
The Emperor moved his hand from Eunuch Yao's arm and slowly swept his calm gaze across the wilds. Thousands of officials and generals were kneeling on the ground, prostrating themselves in worship. His expression was indifferent. There was not much emotion in his eyes.
Amidst the greetings that shook the heavens, the Emperor pulled his gaze from the distant Jingdou closer. It landed nearby, passing over the scholars Hu and Shu, the Great Prince in armor, they youngest son who was nervous and giddily happy, and lightly landed on Fan Xian's handsome and imposing face. He noticed that his face carried a deep exhaustion.
