Five days later.
Xiao Jinxing returned to the imperial court with his army.
Civil and military officials, along with concubines from the harem, exited the palace to welcome him.
As they returned, the citizens of Xun City spontaneously lined the streets, welcoming them.
Wherever they passed, there were cries of, "Long live the Emperor!"
The voice rose and fell, echoing through the heavens.
In the distance.
A troop of soldiers advanced majestically.
The most striking figure at the forefront, riding a fine horse, clad in armor, and stepping on the white snow with an imposing manner, was naturally Xiao Jinxing.
His exquisitely sculpted, stunning face exuding steadiness and sternness, was full of heroic spirit and radiating an overwhelming aura.
Civil and military officials bowed, and concubines from the harem saluted.
"Welcome back, Your Majesty, victor of the battlefield, long live the Emperor!"
Everyone was kneeling on the ground.
The scene was magnificent.
