Outside the ten-mile-long pavilion, banners fluttered in the wind. Nian Gengyao led his western army in triumph, his armor gleaming, his horses' hooves thundering. The people lined the streets to watch, marveling at the general's imposing presence. And I, Consort Hua, Nian Shilan, stood at the head of the welcoming party, clad in a phoenix robe, yet my heart pounded with emotion. My brother had finally returned. Nian Gengyao dismounted, his armor still on, and strode forward, kneeling before the emperor: "Your subject, Nian Gengyao, pays his respects to the Emperor, the Empress, and Consort Hua." "Rise!" Yongzheng personally helped him up, beaming. "My dear minister, this great victory in the battle, the pacification of Qinghai, is a great service to the nation. I am deeply gratified!"
