I, a useless prince, started with the Xiang Yu template.

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

The autumn air is crisp and clear, with a vast expanse of blue sky.

Outside the main south gate of the capital, the ten-mile-long official road is flat and wide.

Today, the entire official road is under martial law.

On both sides of the road, the Imperial Guards stood in formation, their iron armor gleaming and their spears pointing straight.

A high platform was erected at the very front of the official road.

On the high platform, the dragon flag fluttered, its bright yellow color dancing in the wind.

Emperor Qian stood steadily, dressed in a dark gold dragon-patterned robe and a jade belt around his waist.

On both sides of the high platform, civil and military officials stood in neat rows according to their ranks.

The official road was packed with people.

The crowd of people was so dense that it was impossible to move.

Men, women, young and old, helping the elderly and carrying the young.

The rooftops, earthen slopes, and tree branches along the street were all filled with people.

Everyone craned their necks and looked into the distance, having come spontaneously to welcome the triumphant army.

The noise of voices was deafening and continuous.

A hushed discussion quietly arose among the officials.

"His Majesty actually personally went ten miles out of the city to greet us?"

"This kind of treatment is unprecedented in our Great Qian Dynasty!"

"When a prince wins a battle, he always returns to the capital and enters the palace to report back on his own."

"At most, they'd send people to wait at the city gate; what kind of emperor would personally come out of the city to greet someone?"

A military officer standing nearby shook his head with a wry smile.

"I'm convinced, I'm really convinced."

"We've been officials for decades and have seen countless meritorious officials return in triumph."

"Even kings, nobles, generals, and ministers with illustrious military achievements could not attain such an honor."

Someone sighed softly, "The Sixth Prince has truly taken off now."

"His Majesty is clearly trying to elevate him to the highest rank."

The emperor personally came out of the city; it was not a simple welcome.

This is the highest honor, an attitude shown to the world.

……

On the high platform.

Emperor Qian's gaze was calm, and his face appeared expressionless.

Deep down, however, I felt a surge of excitement.

Sixth brother, you really made him proud.

This great victory in northern Xinjiang was brilliant and awe-inspiring.

Previously, the royal family had a mediocre reputation among the people.

The constant infighting among the princes drew much criticism from the common people.

Many common people even privately discussed the incompetence of the royal family members.

But after that battle, everything changed.

Chu Yun forcefully displayed the blood and spirit of royalty.

Show the spirit of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He went to great lengths today, personally leaving the city to build a high platform, with officials accompanying him.

The goal is very simple.

the first.

Give Chu Yun plenty of face.

He wanted the world to see that he, the son of Emperor Qian, was brave, resourceful, and courageous.

Not all princes were spoiled.

second.

To enhance the imperial prestige.

A resounding victory is worth more than a thousand empty slogans.

A victory in war can mask countless contradictions within the imperial court.

The people will only remember that the imperial court defeated the barbarian army.

The prince guarded the northern border.

The emperor was a skilled ruler.

He wanted to use this triumphant return to win over the hearts and minds of the people.

To make the people trust the imperial court and the imperial power.

I believe that this emperor can lead the Great Qian Dynasty out of chaos and into a peaceful and prosperous era.

third.

Establish rules for all soldiers in the land.

Today, he personally welcomed the triumphant army, which is a straightforward statement of his attitude.

Anyone who fights for the country and makes meritorious contributions.

The imperial court will not treat you unfairly.

Emperors are not heartless.

Those who make contributions will be rewarded, and those who are brave will be commended.

As long as you dare to fight and kill the enemy.

They will then gain glory, rewards, and the respect of the people.

Emperor Qian slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

This not only made Chu Yun famous, but also won over the hearts of the people and appeased the morale of the army.

Three birds with one stone.

A gentle breeze rustled the dragon flag, making it flutter loudly.

The eunuch beside him bowed and whispered, "Your Majesty, dust is rising ahead; the army is approaching."

Emperor Qian nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the distance.

.......

A clear blue sky stretches for miles, with a long wind howling.

Everyone craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the northern horizon.

After a while.

At the far end of the official road, dust filled the air.

A dazzling crimson burst through the smoke and dust, unfolding against the wind.

A huge battle flag was raised high.

On the flag, a dark and imposing character for "Chu" flutters in the wind.

Beneath the banners, armored soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see, and swords and spears formed a dense forest.

The orderly marching column slowly came into view.

The crowd instantly stirred, and cheers were brewing.

At the front of the marching column.

Chu Yun looked straight ahead, gazing into the distance at the outskirts of the capital.

A sea of ​​people, a dense, dark mass.

On both sides of the official road, people were piled up in layers, stretching as far as the eye could see.

On the high platform, dragon flags fluttered, and officials stood solemnly.

Even the supreme ruler, Emperor Qian, personally stood on the high platform.

Chu Yun's eyes flickered slightly.

Beside them, Ma Dong and Wang Hu were both stunned.

The two instinctively tightened the reins, their faces filled with disbelief.

They received advance notice from the imperial court informing them of a triumphant return ceremony.

But I never expected the scene to be this grand.

The entire city's residents spontaneously came to welcome them.

When the emperor went out, he was accompanied by all his officials.

This level of recognition has exceeded the limits of all those who have made contributions.

Wang Hu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his voice, his tone filled with shock.

"Your Highness... His Majesty values ​​you far too much."

"Throughout history, which prince's triumphant return has ever commanded the emperor to personally wait for him ten miles outside the city?"

Ma Dong nodded emphatically, his tone solemn.

"Such favor is extremely rare in the entire history of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"His Majesty is openly elevating you to the highest position."

Chu Yun remained silent, but understood.

Wang Hu took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and shouted loudly at the Imperial Guards marching behind him.

"All soldiers, listen to my command!"

"His Majesty personally came to the city gates to welcome us!"

"Straighten your back! Tense your body! Get into your best posture!"

"No slacking off! No bending over! Let His Majesty see our spirit and energy!"

Ma Dong raised his hand and roared, "Form ranks! Speed ​​up! March in formation!"

The military order was given.

Every soldier stood tall with their backs straight, heads held high, eyes sharp, and full of energy.

Both sides of the road.

Tens of thousands of people watched this solemn and orderly procession and instantly erupted in excitement.

A cacophony of voices rose and fell.

"They're here! The army is here!"

"Is that the one in the black armor at the front, His Highness the Sixth Prince?"

A young woman stared wide-eyed, her face filled with fascination.

"So handsome! Tall and straight posture, sharp eyes! His armor exudes a menacing aura!"

"This is a true war god on the battlefield! This is the true prince of my Great Qian Dynasty!"

The white-haired old man on the street nodded repeatedly.

"So young, even the fiercest generals of ancient times were no more than this."

The crowd exclaimed in admiration, and cheers rose in waves.

No one remembers the spoiled prince from before.

At this moment, in the eyes of the people.

Chu Yun is the young war god of the Great Qian Dynasty.

……

When the army reached the foot of the high platform, all the soldiers stopped in unison.

The next instant, everyone clenched their fists and pounded their chests.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The sound was loud and clear, soaring into the sky.

On the high platform.

Emperor Qian looked down at the densely packed soldiers below, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He stepped forward, his voice powerful and resonant, carrying throughout the entire venue.

"All soldiers, rise!"

"In this battle in the northern frontier, you fought bloody battles and defended the city to the death."

"With flesh and blood, we will resist the iron hooves of the barbarian army."

"You are all warriors of the Great Qian Dynasty! You are all heroes of the imperial court!"

"I hereby make this promise."

"All soldiers who participated in the battle will be rewarded according to their merits!"

"The disabled will be provided for life by the imperial court!"

"Families of those killed in action will receive double the compensation!"

"Those who perform meritorious service will be promoted three ranks and generously rewarded with money!"

One word fell.

The soldiers below were filled with patriotic fervor and a surge of warmth in their hearts.