Outside the gates of Nanyang County, thirty miles along the official road, a stretched-out convoy is resting.
The Imperial Army, celebrated as Da Liang's elite, is covered in dust from the long journey, losing its usual splendor. In small groups, they eat dry rations, drink cold water, and whisper some complaints in low voices.
"The Emperor issued a royal decree to summon us back to the Capital City, but why has Zheng Sheren diverted to Nanyang County halfway?"
"This delay will cost us at least ten days."
"Young people are really unstable in their affairs. Zheng Sheren wishes to see the Nanyang County Princess; one command and we all have to follow him."
"Shh! Lower your voice! Such matters are not for you and me to comment on. It's good to rest in Nanyang County for a few days anyway, especially after the recent riots by refugees which killed so many. Many in the team are injured. We can heal for a few days before resuming our journey."
