The Empress has left.
On the West City Gate, Zhao Douan slowly lowered the drumstick, the spring breeze blowing from the western suburbs, scattering his hair.
In sight, Xu Zhenguan led the Emperor's Imperial Guard, and amidst the respectful send-offs from the officials, bid farewell to the Capital, heading straight for Xiping Road.
"Mr. Zhao." As Zhao Douan, dressed in his Junior Guardian robe, descended from the city wall, a group of familiar court officials all turned to look at him.
Zhao Douan smiled and said, "His Majesty embarks on a personal campaign today, and the affairs of the court will be hard work for all of you."
The group of officials immediately agreed. Even though many of them held higher ranks than Zhao Douan, who in the entire Capital did not know the importance of the future Emperor's Consort?
