Chapter 942 - 938: The Path of the Emperor
The imperial guard in shiny armor lined up on both sides, leading directly to the red carpeted path at the entrance of the grand hall, welcoming Bai Qingyan’s carriage.
Wherever the carriage reached, soldiers greeted it by kneeling on one knee, their armor clinking in unison, creating a remarkably grand aura.
Below the grand hall, Prime Minister Lu and other court ministers arranged themselves on either side of the red carpet, hearing the ceremonial music begin, adjusting their formal attire and crowns, following Prime Minister Lu forward with a few steps, facing Wude Gate, preparing to welcome the Empress of Zhou.
Inside Wude Gate, the sounds of drums and trumpets shook the hearts, behind the great drums stood the Bai family army, holding high the black flag with the white python emblem, soldiers’ expressions solemn, filled with murderous aura, truly formidable war lions.
Envoys from various countries stood with the Zhou Dynasty ministers on either side of the red carpet, basked in the dazzling golden morning light, watching as Bai Qingyan’s carriage slowly entered through Wude Gate, watching Bai Qingyan, clad in black regal attire, step off the carriage from a commanding height.
"Long live Your Majesty! Long live Zhou!"
"Long live Your Majesty! Long live Zhou!"
"Long live Your Majesty! Long live Zhou!"
Amidst the wind and golden light, under the billowing black flag with the white python emblem, the Bai family army soldiers kneeled to welcome, thrice shouting long live; their chants, amidst the drums and cries, became grander, reverberating, shaking heaven and earth, resounding through Dadu City, stirring the hearts of those present.
Prime Minister Lu led the ministers also bowing to Bai Qingyan: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Zhou!"
Among the envoys from various countries... esteemed like the Ninth Prince of Yan, King Yan Li Zhijie, and the ghost-faced Prince of Rong, only followed their national etiquette, either by fist to chest nod or a deep bow as a salute.
Bai Qingyan, holding Bai Qingjue’s hand, stepped down from the carriage, her gaze fell on Bai Qingyu in Rong attire, masked, nodding as a gesture, her gaze subtly shifted again to the masked Ninth Prince of Yan, and on to Xiao Rongyan standing behind the Ninth Prince of Yan.