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Chapter 745 - 456 The Young Emperor Leads the Horse, Empress Dowager Lowers Her Eyes (Welcome New Brothers)
Chapter 745: Chapter 456 The Young Emperor Leads the Horse, Empress Dowager Lowers Her Eyes (Welcome New Brothers)
Zhao Rong was not a man without discernment.
But even he had witnessed the grandeur of a hundred thousand nationals bidding farewell on the outskirts of Zhongnan Country, with willow branches breaking every ten miles.
Faced with this bustling celebration, where a widow and her orphan child standing at the highest point of Great Li were joined by nearly three hundred thousand civilians to welcome him, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but be amazed.
He rode at the front of the procession, with Zhao Qian’er and Gu Yiwu lagging a step behind on either side.
Behind them rode the students of Justice Hall.
Zhao Rong looked forward and saw that the royal road leading to the Capital’s gates was empty, whereas the roadsides were packed with tens of thousands of Hanjing citizens.
A tumultuous noise filled the air.
On the spacious road that could accommodate five to six carriages abreast, bright red and purple carpets were laid out, stretching for miles with no end in sight.
On this thoroughfare, apart from Zhao Rongyu, Gu Yiwu, and their entourage riding horses, only a massive Dragon Chariot surrounded by palace maids and armed guards was visible in the distance.
The nearby civilians all knelt in obsequious submission around the chariot.
It was clear without asking that the young Emperor and the Empress Dowager of Great Li were within, quietly waiting for Zhao Rong and others.
Zhao Rong’s expression was calm as his gaze swept across both sides of the road.
In his view were densely packed heads, faces excited in myriad ways, and the brightly colored flowers they traditionally waved in welcome.
"Rong’er, this display is quite grand," Zhao Qian’er remarked with enthusiasm.
Zhao Rong did not turn back but nodded lightly.
The scene right now indeed surpassed the willow-breaking farewell of Zhongnan Country.
The Great Li Dynasty, worthy of being one of the leading great dynasties in the northern part of Wangque Continent, displayed a fresh grandeur.
Looking at the citizens of Hanjing by the roadside, dressed in splendid silk, vibrant and flushed,
their living conditions were clearly better than those of Zhongnan Country’s nationals.
However, that was also expected, as Zhongnan Country had an atmosphere of secluded tranquility fitting a small, sparsely populated nation, whereas the Great Li Dynasty thrived with the air of a rising great dynasty. Unfortunately, the most promising former Emperor had passed away abruptly...
Zhao Rong silently assessed, comparing Great Li to other countries he had visited, in terms of the people and customs.
Even before entering the city, Zhao Rong had analyzed plenty of useful information, not just observing the frequently appearing beautiful women of the Li Territory.
Cough, indeed, the people of Li Territory generally possessed a tall and handsome stature, seemingly inheriting some bloodline traits from the Ancient Li Clan, uniquely endowed in appearance and demeanor.
Yet Zhao Rong thought the simple and graceful girls of Zhongnan Mountain weren’t bad either, especially those who had thrown sachets at him, ah, too bad he inadvertently left those sachets back in Zhongnan Country...
As the young Confucian Scholar lamented, Qian’er squinted and said, "Rong’er, what are you looking at."
Zhao Rong’s eyes shifted from the pretty Li women, and he quietly said, "Just analyzing some things, cough, we’re almost there."
Zhao Qian’er’s face appeared dubious.
As Zhao Rong and his entourage approached the magnificent Dragon Chariot in front, he noticed more phenomena along the way.
The citizens of Great Li in Hanjing seemed very welcoming to his arrival; these girls had enthusiastic faces that seemed genuine, much like the nationals of Zhongnan Country who had treated Zhao Rong as an idol after his debate victory.
"Not just those pretty Li women being enthusiastic, the other elders and children seem quite jubilant too, seems like it’s not just because of my handsome appearance..." Zhao Rong murmured, analyzing along the way.
Zhao Qian’er: "..."
Gu Yiwu and other students: "..."
Shortly after, Gu Yiwu coughed and spoke, "Ziyu, these Hanjing citizens seem quite welcoming to us. It appears that the Empress Dowager Dugu did quite some public relations work before our arrival."
Zhao Rong nodded lightly.
On their way to Hanjing, they had already learned that the entire populace of Great Li was aware of the Canonization Ceremony, and overall, the attitude was supportive and welcoming.
This nationwide joyous event wasn’t merely promoted by the rulers; cultivating a positive atmosphere among the citizens was even more crucial, serving as a testament to the governing art of the rulers.
The current attitude of the nationals towards the canonization undoubtedly helped ease the difficulty and unexpected challenges faced by Zhao Rong and others during the canonization.
At this thought, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but develop a favorable impression of the Empress Dowager Dugu whom he was about to meet.
He nodded lightly, his gaze resting on the increasingly closer Dragon Chariot...
Before long, as Zhao Rong and his party rode closer, sounds of ritual music began to play from the sides of the road.
Followed by Imperial Ritual Department officials carrying out some customary procedures and ceremonial bustling.
When Zhao Rong and others dismounted their horses a hundred steps away from the Dragon Chariot, they found that in front a contingent of palace maids and several crescent moon officials surrounded a frail, diminutive figure who was waiting.
Zhao Rong squinted, looking at the weak young boy about seven or eight years old.
He had a delicate face, was slim and short, yet he wore an intricately ornate Emperor’s Dragon Robe and a crown that was bigger than the delicate youth’s head.
This made Zhao Rong worry at first glance that the thin-necked young Emperor’s head, bearing this visually heavy and archaic crown, might fall off at any moment.
The young Emperor quickly came forward to meet Zhao Rong and others, exchanging greetings; his voice was soft and tender, still carrying a childish tone.
But with all eyes on them, they didn’t converse much, letting the Ritual Department officials carry out the planned procedures.
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