Everyone fixed their gaze on the sight, only to see a majestic, spectacular palanquin gradually approaching from the distance.
The Vice Minister of Punishment recognized it, "The Idle King, it is His Highness the Idle King!" No sooner had he uttered these words than he felt a sense of foreboding.
Looking again at Qin Zhen atop the steps, it was clear she was waiting for the Idle King.
For a moment, the Vice Minister of Punishment was at a loss.
This young lady was too unpredictable; he couldn't fathom her at all.
Then, there was the Idle King sitting in the palanquin, carried steadily by six robust men, with two rows of sword-bearing guards clearing the crowd on both sides, a number of attendants following behind to guard and escort, and on both sides of the palanquin were two maids as beautiful as flowers, the scene was highly imposing.
One could say it was the Emperor parading through the streets, and people would believe it.
When the palanquin drew near,
