The carriage continued to drive towards the city.
The common folk knelt on both sides, shouting long live His Majesty. Some, braver ones, couldn't help but cry out with sobs: "His Majesty did not abandon us humble people! Thank His Majesty for thinking of us!"
"Long live His Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"
Upon hearing this, she pulled the curtain of the carriage and looked outside, snow mixed with a cold wind rushed in. She hadn't expected that the common folk would be waiting for her at the city gate so early. Their heads and bodies were covered in snow, not daring to raise their heads, they were just excitedly shouting, some were crying with emotions and their shoulders shook uncontrollably.
Thinking they had been abandoned, they had prepared for the worst, but to their surprise, His Majesty of Zhou, the most noble, personally came to the most perilous border city. In the face of despair, they saw hope, how could the common folk not be excited?
