The wind howled, its cold gusts rushing straight at them, whipping up strands of hair and causing the thick cloak to billow, turning Jiang Shaohua's cheeks red.
The swift journey had been underway for several days. After leaving Nanyang County, Jiang Shaohua led the group on galloping horses towards the Capital City. They covered a hundred miles by day, resting at a post house or camping outdoors by night. With wind and sun bearing down on them non-stop, it was inevitable to feel somewhat weary and exhausted.
The two hundred trusted aides, all tall and strong men, naturally didn't mind. Even Chen Jinyu gritted his teeth and endured.
For the royal funeral, the emperor's body was to be kept for seventy-nine days before being buried in the Imperial Mausoleum. From receiving the funeral notice to setting off, and until this moment, counting the days, more than half a month had passed. There really was no room for even the slightest delay.
