Peace Order

They would approach with scrutiny, wariness, deliberation, and even hostility, as members of the influential elite, to watch this lord who had suddenly risen from insignificance step forward. Their attitudes were determined by this observation.

Only Emperor Chen Ying did not attend, as if there was an unspoken agreement that in such a vast realm, kings could not meet each other lightly.

Even though the man before them was only a Marquis, yet holding a key strategic location and commanding the Qilin Army, he would not be regarded as equal to other regional lords.

Shaking Light fixed her gaze on Li Guanyi, and in a quiet voice, she said, "Good."

Li Guanyi smiled, reached out, and gently patted Shaking Light’s head.

Then he turned around, his robe fluttering. As he did so, the smile and warmth in his eyes dissipated. He regarded the officials from the Central State Court with a look as if a heavy cloud covered his eyes.

"Let’s go," he said.

The officials from Central State with intentions to probe and test subconsciously lowered their heads. Their peripheral vision could only catch a glimpse of the lord in his solemn and dignified court dress moving forward, his steps quiet and composed, the dark patterns of the Qilin shimmering.

In a trance, it seemed as if it were a real Qilin walking slowly past them. It was only after a while that they raised their heads, looking at the retreating figure, unaware that their backs were drenched in cold sweat.

A carriage befitting the rank and etiquette of a noble lord was already waiting.

Li Guanyi picked up the ivory tablet, got into the carriage, and closed his eyes in anticipation.