When the Son of Heaven entered the city through the Dongyang Gate, he was greeted with enthusiastic cheers from the scholars and commoners of Luoyang.
Some came with genuine hearts.
Some came to watch the spectacle.
And some came for the half-piece of flatbread.
It was noon, and the Son of Heaven, having eaten three large bowls of rice, a big piece of meat, and a bowl of fish soup, was all smiles, waving his hand frequently.
But the eyes of the Luoyang citizens mostly fell on Shao Xun, who stood beside the Son of Heaven.
It was nothing else—his golden armor was simply too dazzling, impossible to ignore.
Behind the Son of Heaven followed a long line of carriages—donkey carts, ox carts, and even goat carts—prepared by Mi Huang at Fuping Crossing for the royal family members, nobles, and officials to ride in.
At this moment, many family members of the Luoyang nobles came out to welcome their loved ones.
Some were overjoyed to see their family heads return.
Others, not seeing their loved ones, wept bitterly.
Such is war—not everyone is fortunate enough to survive.
Sima Ying and the Prince of Yuzhang rode in the same carriage, forming a stark contrast.
The former's eyes darted around, not daring to look directly at the Luoyang citizens.
The latter, however, happily watched his wife running toward him.