Lord Zheng did not sit in the carriage, but rode at the very front on horseback.
When they saw their own Lord,
the commoners on both sides of the official road, regardless of gender or age, all knelt down and cried out in unison:
"Long live the Lord, might of the Lord!"
"Long live the Lord, might of the Lord!"
Inside the carriage, Xiong Liqing was somewhat stunned and sighed, "He seems… very beloved."
Sitting beside her, Siniang spoke:
"Because he has granted the people here the grace of staying alive."
The eyes of the masses are bright as snow; they know clearly on whom they now rely to live, on whom they rely to avoid humiliation, on whom they relied to get through this harsh winter.
The winter has already passed, yet during this winter in and around Snow Sea Pass, there were those who died of illness, those who drank too much and fell into ice holes and died, but not a single one starved or froze to death.
