The Imperial Guard cleared the way. The status of the person arriving was, needless to say, exceptionally noble.
Passersby all lowered their heads, not daring to look for too long, terrified of offending a Noble.
A few of the bolder ones quietly looked up and saw a tall, slender figure.
The man was dressed in black robes with a greatcloak, walking with wide, swift strides toward the carriage where the beautiful woman was.
His steps were hurried, his very back radiating a sense of urgency.
Pei Yan had gone to the battlefield in his youth. Every time he returned to the capital in victory, the city's commoners would come out to welcome him, so they naturally recognized his face.
Now, he had ascended the throne. No wonder he arrived with such great pomp and ceremony.
To have the Emperor himself come out of the city to welcome her, the lady in that carriage surely had no simple identity.
