Swear Not to Return Until Xuntai Falls

Yi Hour!

The Golden Bell rang!

King Chen once more borrowed the crown, donned the Imperial Robe, held the imperial seal, and personally went to the city gates to see Prince Jin off.

A hundred highest-ranking court officials accompanied him.

The streets were a sea of people.

The entire capital city was emptied of ten thousand households.

Outside the city, the Soap Factory had taken a holiday. A million displaced refugees knelt on the ground to see them off, tears falling like rain...

Before the moat, hundreds of courtesans had erected a stage and sang a northern folk song, "Sending the Army Off"...

Prince Jin's departure for his fief had originally had nothing to do with ordinary people. But being enfeoffed with enemy territory gave this farewell a different meaning. So long as Prince Jin could take office successfully, it meant the northern defensive line would be pushed three thousand miles north. It meant the Four Garrisons of the North would no longer be a frontline where war raged. It meant these northern refugees could return home!

Their homeland, from which they had been separated for ten long years—a home they had thought they would never return to in this lifetime—had suddenly become a vision they could touch. How could the northern refugees suppress the excitement in their hearts? How could they not shed tears for their homeland?

King Chen presented strong liquor: the finest Baiyunbian.

King Chen presented a sword: military authority.

King Chen stretched out his hand, and two Jade Boats in his palm landed and expanded. They were Imperial Artifacts, Flying Through Clouds Shuttles.

After the full ceremony had concluded, King Chen tightly gripped Li Qingquan's hand. "On this journey, you must achieve victory in one battle and not disappoint My expectations!"

"Rest assured, Your Majesty! Through