Outside Jiang Du City, Chu Yihan's army was returning to the Great Cheng Dynasty, with Chu Jinling leading the ministers to kneel and welcome them.
Having not seen Lin Sisi for a long time, Chu Jinling had unusually put on the prince's attire—a moonlight cloud-patterned python robe, with gold-threaded royal totems embroidered along the collar and sleeve edges, a white jade belt, and a high golden crown. On his fair and handsome face, there was a smile as warm as the spring breeze.
Looking at Chu Yihan's warhorse from a distance, Chu Jinling wished he could stand on tiptoes and crane his neck to see.
Standing beside him, Zhuo Junli was as steady as a pine tree and said with a light chuckle, "Your Highness, there is no need to hurry. The triumphant army is returning, and General Lin must be right beside the emperor. In just a moment, when they draw closer, you'll be able to see."
"I'm not... not anxious," Chu Jinling said, a bit embarrassed, as his mind had been read.
