Chapter 26 (1/2)

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The twelfth of February, during the Flower Festival

The Marquis of Jing Ning's Estate was jubilantly decked out in lanterns and colored cloths Cri pillars as servants ran back and forth across the courtyard to prepare for the i banquet

A roar suddenly caht up to the clouds

”Where is he? Why hasn't he arrived yet?!”

The adrabbed a servant fro hysterically ”…The Marquis of Jing Ning still isn't back? Why didn't yourearlier?! He went so far away… the fucker totally ran for it, didn't he?!”

The servant's head was spinning as he replied ”Sir, this— is soe about All the Master personally ordered us to do was get everything ready as normal”

As the lucky hour approached, the ade He'd heard earlier that the Marquis had an unyielding personality and wasn't one to submit to force The time back ord came in that he had acquiesced to the Ministry of Rites' aid in wedding preparations, the Ministry, froh of relief Who could have ireat ancestor would actually disappear without a single word?!

Way to pull the rug out from under everyone He really deserved to be called one versed in the art of war

As things stood, he could only pray that when their wise Ee, he wouldn't implicate all the unlucky pond fish they were

The administrator stroked the three strands of beard he had under his chin, took a deep breath, settled hi actor of this wedding to have a discussion with him on how to end it He casually lifted his hand off the servant, questioning him with forced amiability ”Where is your Master now?”

The servant responded with honesty ”The Master took people with hio welcoentleman fainted over here!”

Outside the capital, at an official road's resting pavilion [1]

The acco up at the sun, their hearts filled with the same worry that down-on-his-luck Administrator of Rites had ”Sir, the lucky hour is fast approaching, so why… have we still not seen even a shadow?” one asked nervously

They didn't dare to say more than that, for fear that Yan Xiaohan would suddenly pull a blade out fro clothes

Yan Xiaohan restrained the anxiety within himself ”Wait a bit more,” he said calentle in his ears; in the letter sent back fro hi day, there was an earnest repeated beseeching of ”Writing runs short, feelings run long; there are no ” Yan Xiaohan was unwilling to doubt Fu Shen, and he was evento suspect that what he'd said was a pretense to cover up a trap

In reality, though, he was the one as most afraid It was because this 'a chill in the chest, a knife at the back'-esque scenario was so fao

He was continuously struggling to bob up and doithin self-consolation and self-de in them, a small dark spot suddenly appeared in the distance as a rider ca over

On the horse's back was a dark-skinned youth, and he hadn't yet gotten close when he steered the horse back around a few chi out in front and called out in a clear voice ”Please follow me, Sir Yan, the General will be here soon!”

Yan Xiaohan instantly let loose a breath, a boulder pressing down on his heart, and urged his horse forwards to catch up with the boy

By the tireat deal away The horses of the Northern Yan were incomparable to ordinary horses, with Yan Xiaohan only barely able to keep up Their procession ended up not being a procession; the two took the lead in front, followed by a coether mess of a 'tail'

The youth drew theue silhouette of a faraway building, Yan Xiaohan proly irrational and thoughtless request on such an important day like today

A tall terrace jutted out of the level ground, its hall towering high Dusk's glow cast itself diagonally against its glazed roof titles, revealing layer upon layer of glittering, gorgeous golden light Surveying it froold, hence the nae had been around since ancient times The former had venerated and built a palace for his new teacher, placing a thousand jin of gold within it to attract the world's scholars, thereupon getting it its fa father desired to e Zhao, so he erected this tall terrace and built a venerated hall on the outskirts of the capital, the first dubbed Golden and the second nahteen portraits of notable foundingtheir merits

Descendant Eenerations of military leaders and literary officials, not a one didn't take pride in having their picture enter Qilin Hall of the Golden Stage Up until the Late Eo off to battle, they would go on Stage and take a mass oath Over tio, the first tiht, the Yuantai Emperor had personally lead a hundred officials to the Golden Stage for a send-off; half a year later, when he returned fro Ning at the saled, and he would lead troops no longer A sheet of an ie, and he still chose this point of origin for his life's prestige

Through the blood and tears and dust of battle, through outstanding ups and downs, the words written on his entire life were ”reco the Jade Dragon to die for him” [3]

This was his silent deret

The setting sun was like a bright fla in all directions Hoofbeats finally carandiose squadron appeared at the end of the road

The one leading sat tall and straight with a powerful posture, having the momentum of a storm as he madly spurred his horse forward His deep red robes whipped about in the wind, reflecting the pervasive sunset It see out as he tread

With red clothes and a fiery horse, he looked ferocious It wasn't like he was coroom

That was Fu Shen

It could only be him

The moment he appeared, a heavy hammer struck Yan Xiaohan on the heart He even had the distinct feeling of his throat was choking up, the ri

These few months, he had never tried to exhort Fu Shen, didn't dare to prod at his scars, and frequently consoled hiain, or walk freely like a regular person again… he just had to pay with his legs, and that washis life in Blue Sand Pass