The grand army advanced.
They gradually drew near the border.
Lu Mingyuan was positioned within the Central Army, seated inside his Dragon Chariot. The Nine Dragon Carriage was pulled by Dragon-Blooded Steeds of pure lineage. These magnificent horses, nourished by the Blood of the Flood Dragon, had grown scales unique to the Dragon Race. Their eyes glowed crimson, and when they ran, they possessed the power of a hundred horses combined, their speed in no way inferior to a Flying Sword.
Inside the carriage.
The space was vast, large enough for ten people to stand.
Lu Mingyuan rested his chin on one hand, his other hand placed on the bright yellow, soft couch. Beside him sat a woman in a long, golden dress. Her face was one of tragic beauty, and she sat on the floor, the hem of her dress spread out around her.
"We had an agreement. If we go to war with the Golden Crow, you must let me return to ascend the throne."
