"Greetings to the Grand Emperor, greetings to the Crown Prince, Your Highness."
The convoy stopped, and the crowds standing dropped to their knees to pay their respects, hundreds of voices speaking in unison, resonating loudly.
Gao Lian reached out to lift the curtain of the imperial carriage, revealing Yang Wenxiao's face.
The imperial carriage was spacious, with thick blankets spread inside and a charcoal brazier for warmth. Yang Wenxiao was draped in a thick tiger skin blanket and even wore a tiger skin hat on his head.
It had been half a year since they had last seen him, and he showed no change. His eyes were as sharp as ever, his expression stern.
"Rise," he said softly, lifting his hand slightly before standing up.
At this time, Crown Prince Yang Hao descended from the carriage behind him and hurried over to the imperial carriage, carefully supporting Yang Wenxiao as he alighted.