When word arrived that Mehran Setad was returning with the princess of China, joy rippled across the entire empire, and every soul bore tidings of the glorious match as gifts of good fortune. From the river-banks of Amuy and the desert stretches of Marv unto the highlands of Bastam and Gurgan, the earth was arrayed in vibrant splendor, resembling the magnificent plumage of a pheasant. Men, women, and children gathered along the highways to witness the bridal procession; from roofs they showered precious gems, while saffron and silver coins were strewn beneath the hooves of the royal cavalcade. Basins of sweet perfumes perfumed the air, and the reverberating notes of pipes, harps, rebecs, and war-horns left no corner of the realm untouched by celebration.
When the maiden was escorted into the royal harem, King Khosrow Anushirvan peered inside the golden litter. There he beheld a cypress-tall beauty with a countenance bright as the full moon, her dark ambergris-scented tresses crowned with jewels like a helm of black chainmail. Astonished by her celestial grace, Noshinravan lowered his head in awe and repeatedly offered praise unto God Almighty, assigning her a palace worthy of her dignity. When news of this glorious union reached the Khaqan of China, he rejoiced deeply, withdrawing his armies from Sogdia, Samarqand, and Chaj, and dispatching governance to Kashgar. Anushirvan appointed wise march-wardens across the frontier, consolidating supreme peace.
Thus did the justice of Noshinravan envelop the world; the host of three hundred thousand Turks dispersed, and the bows of war were unstrung. Elders from the ancient eastern realms gathered—recalling the dark centuries of affliction under Afrasiab and the ravages of Arjasp—and glorified the heavens that through the King's Royal Glory and righteousness, war had ceased, and peace reigned over all creation.