The 32nd year of Jianing, May 12th.
Changping County, evening, the setting sun like blood.
The evening drum sound of the county town had just echoed when the infantry guarding the city unintentionally glimpsed a caravan slowly approaching from the end of the official road.
The infantry shaded his eyes with his hand and squinted to look; at the head of the caravan were a young man and woman riding side by side.
Behind them, a group of Yulin Army soldiers clad in silver armor and white robes escorted Princess Liyang, with more Yulin Army driving carriages behind. The carriages pulled by the horses carried sixty-seven coffins.
The infantry at the city gate exchanged glances: "They've arrived, go report."
When the caravan reached the city gate, a Vice General who was guarding the city stopped them, emotionless, and said, "Ministry of War Fire Ticket."
Li Xuan rode forward and, looking weary, took out the Ministry of War Fire Ticket from his bosom.
