Yet with every word and deed of his, every lift of his eyes, every furrow of his brow, he already possessed a soul-seizing majesty. What he wore, where he sat, who was beside him—none of that really mattered.
This was the very dignity of a Hegemony Country, the nobility of kings and marquises!
Huang Su left without saying a word.
When he came, he was in fine clothes on a furious steed, a thousand riders rolling like thunder; when he went, he was dusty and disheveled, men dispirited and flags askew, as if he had just lost a battle somewhere.
Xiang Qian shook his head, casually tossed Chu Yao into the carriage, and sat down beside Jiang Wang.
Chu Yao, skinny as a monkey, glanced at his own master. Seeing that his master had no particular reaction, he merely leaned back in the inner side, with anger in his heart but not daring to voice it.
The Liang Army withdrew, and the Qi Army Cavalry also scattered again, escorting the carriage and retinue.
