The eleventh year of Zhaoping, the sixth day of April, the weather was pleasant, suitable for a journey, everything auspicious.
Her Majesty the Empress of Da Liang set out from the Capital City.
Thirty thousand Nanyang Guards, neatly clad in silver soft armor, riding fine horses, armed with sharp weapons, their eyes keen, exuding the unique killing aura and sharpness of Da Liang's foremost army.
Chancellor Chen and Minister Feng led important officials to bid farewell to the Emperor.
Words of advice had been repeated many times. Jiang Shaohua disliked verbosity, merely smiled and said to Chancellor Chen and Minister Feng, "On this journey, I'll be gone for a year or maybe two. All matters of the court and the Crown Prince are entrusted to you, Prime Minister and Chief of Staff."
Chancellor Chen and Minister Feng both bowed, solemnly accepting the order.
