Since the envoys left Beijing, several people have been following outside the Prince of Yan's mansion. They have received a death order to keep a close eye on Ji Fan in the next few days and not lose him. However, there are many masters in the mansion, so they can't get close and can only watch from a distance.
Midsummer has passed, and autumn leaves are rustling. The outside of the Prince's Mansion is full of fallen leaves, which makes it look extremely desolate. The people who are watching outside have been sleeping all day and are already a little tired, but at this moment, they suddenly see Ji Fan and an attendant leaving the mansion.
The attendant had a short black beard and a felt hat on his head. His face could not be seen clearly because he lowered his head. He was holding two jars of fine wine in his arms and placed them directly on the back rack of the carriage. When he saw Ji Fan got into the carriage and sat down, he whipped the carriage and drove directly towards the princess's mansion.
The person who was secretly following followed quietly, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.
Rong Xuan was the pretend attendant. He glanced back inconspicuously and continued to drive as if nothing had happened. He lowered his voice through the curtain and said, "I'm catching up."
Ji Fan sat quietly in the carriage, closing his eyes and showing no emotion when he heard the words: "Just keep up, I'm just afraid they can't keep up."
The carriage swayed and soon arrived at the princess's mansion. When the housekeeper saw that it was Ji Fan's carriage, he immediately went in to report it. Soon Yan Fengchen came out to greet him in person. Ji Fan got off the carriage with two jars of wine, patted Yan Fengchen on the shoulder, said something unknown, and then went into the mansion with him.
Rong Xuan did not go in. He drove the carriage to a corner, closed his eyes and leaned against the shaft, looking as if he was taking a nap.
Two secret guards were hiding in the corners, and they were a little worried when they saw this: "Ji Fan and Yan Fengchen are both from Yan, they are not planning anything."
The other person was also afraid that something might go wrong: "You stay here and watch, I'll sneak in and take a look."
The Princess's Mansion was mostly staffed by maids, so there weren't many experts, and the defense wasn't as tight as the Crown Prince's Mansion. The secret guard simply climbed over the back wall, knocked out a servant, changed his clothes, and carried the tray into the inner courtyard.
Ji Fan and Yan Fengchen were drinking under a tree. The former looked depressed, while the latter kept waving his hands and saying that he could not drink, but Ji Fan still forced him to drink a lot.
The wine jar was filled with water, and only a layer of strong liquor was coated on the outside of the jar, which smelled strong. Yan Fengchen pretended to be drunk, holding his breath until his face turned red, and shook his head and waved his hands, saying, "Your Highness, I can't drink anymore. The princess will be here soon, and she will be angry if she sees me drinking."
Ji Fan was quick to notice that a servant was bringing in tea. His footsteps were silent, clearly a master. He deliberately closed his eyes and leaned his head, looking a little drunk. He said in a self-deprecating tone, "You are now going to marry the princess and become her husband. You are truly the most proud person. But I have to continue to stay in this place, living like a ghost..."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the glass, then slumped over the table, muttering some inaudible drunken words to himself, looking extremely decadent.
The servant went up to pour tea on the pretext of something, and seeing that he was drunk and unconscious, he thought that Ji Fan had come to Yan Fengchen to complain. After being trapped in a foreign country for several years, he finally got the chance to return home, but he was detained. It would be unpleasant for anyone.
Yan Fengchen stood up shakily, holding onto the table. He patted Ji Fan on the shoulder and said with concern, "Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
Ji Fan mumbled a few words, like talking in a trance. With a wave of his hand, all the cups and plates fell to the ground, making a sound of porcelain breaking.
Seeing this, Yan Fengchen wanted to ask someone to pick up the pieces, so he raised his voice and shouted to the outside of the courtyard: "Someone come!"
Before he finished speaking, the maid didn't come, but Zhao Yannian walked in from the outer courtyard. She was dressed in white, with only a simple silver hairpin in her hair. Seeing Yan Fengchen staggering from drinking, she frowned, seeming a little angry and aggrieved: "Yan Fengchen, the coffin of the queen mother is about to be buried, and you are still drinking here. I will never play with you again, and I won't give you cakes!"
Yan Fengchen said anxiously: "Your Highness... Your Highness is drunk... I... I... I will help him into the house to rest..."
After he finished speaking, he exchanged glances with Zhao Yannian, then helped Ji Fan up from the table and turned to walk into the room next door. The two of them were staggering and couldn't even walk steadily.
Zhao Yannian stamped his feet angrily: "Yan Fengchen! How drunk are you!"
The servant stood aside, pretending to pick up the broken pieces of the cups and plates on the ground, while looking into the house inconspicuously. However, at this moment, Zhao Yannian suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and turned to look at him in confusion: "Huh? Who are you? How come this princess has never seen you before?"
The servant was startled when he heard this, and immediately lowered his head and said, "I am new here, and I have just entered the mansion not long ago, so the princess may not know me."
He was afraid of being exposed, so he didn't dare to say anything and immediately left with the tray in his hand. However, he didn't notice that there was a person hiding in the tree in the inner courtyard, staring at him with a sharp gaze. It was Han Xiaoyun.
At this time, Ji Fan and Yan Fengchen had exchanged clothes and disguised themselves as each other. Ji Fan hid a soft sword at his waist and said in a solemn tone: "You should stay in the room and lie down. Don't go anywhere. Count the time yourself. After two hours, go to the palace to complain to Emperor Zhou, saying that I secretly knocked you out and took the princess and the funeral procession away from the capital. I didn't know anything else. Do you understand?"
Yan Fengchen nodded subconsciously, but he could not hide his worry: "Your Highness, is two hours enough? Otherwise, I will go to the palace to complain tomorrow."
Ji Fan shook his head expressionlessly: "No need. After we leave the capital, Emperor Zhou will find out in less than half an hour. We can't hide it for long. Just pretend you don't know and go to the palace to complain."
He was silent for a moment after he finished speaking, his expression was so complicated that it was hard to understand. He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Feng Chen, remember what I told you, you must protect Rong Xuan."
Protect your appearance...
These four words were Ji Fan's last worry. After he returned to Yan, he would have to fight a fierce battle with the Third Prince, and he also had to guard against the Queen Mother's attempt to seize power. He was attacked from both sides. Before he really took power, he could not bring Rong Xuan back to Yan with him. If the Third Prince found Rong Xuan's weakness, or if the Queen Mother discovered Rong Xuan's weakness, the consequences would be disastrous.
Yan Fengchen could only nod his head: "Your Highness, you... don't worry... I will definitely protect him well..."
Ji Fan lowered his eyes and said nothing. After a pause, he walked out of the room.
Zhao Yannian stood outside the courtyard, standing on tiptoe and peeking in. Yan Fengchen told her everything, saying that the Crown Prince of Yan was very pitiful and wanted to go home, but his father would not let him go back, and they must help the Crown Prince of Yan.
Zhao Yannian was simple-minded and kind-hearted. He was fooled by Yan Fengchen and didn't know what he heard, but he agreed to help them act.
It doesn’t matter who leaves, as long as Fengchen doesn’t leave.
Zhao Yannian only had this simple thought in his mind. Not long after, there was a creaking sound from the door, and Ji Fan came out wearing Yan Fengchen's clothes.
Ji Fan paused slightly when he saw Zhao Yannian, then nodded and whispered, "Princess, thank you for your help."
Zhao Yannian remembered what Yan Fengchen had told him, and reacted a little late, and immediately stepped forward to support Ji Fan. Ji Fan lowered his head deeply, staggered, pretending to be drunk and unsteady, and was supported by Zhao Yannian all the way out of the house.
The carriage of the princess's mansion was already waiting at the door. The secret guards outside saw Zhao Yannian helping Yan Fengchen out. The latter's steps were unsteady, and he kept bending over and trying to vomit. He was helped to the carriage staggeringly.
Zhao Yannian stamped her feet in anger, looking like she was about to cry. As she got into the carriage and crawled through the curtain, she angrily scolded, "Yan Fengchen! You were so drunk on the day of our mother's funeral. I must tell my brother and have him hit your palm with a ruler!"
On the other side, the secret guard disguised as a servant quietly turned back and took a look through the crack in the door. He saw "Ji Fan" lying on the bed with his back to him, already drunk and unconscious.
The funeral procession set off, the streets were cleared, white banners were hoisted, and paper money was scattered all over the sky. Although the Emperor of Zhou had ordered everything to be kept simple, the funeral procession of thousands of people was still magnificent. All the people on the roadside retreated to the sides and knelt down to pay their respects.
The city gate guard had already heard the news, and when he saw the funeral procession coming from afar, he immediately dismounted and knelt on one knee in front of the coffin. The others also put down their swords and knives and sent the queen mother off respectfully.
The man guarding the city was a seventh-rank lieutenant. He bowed to the carriage and said, "Princess, there have been many robbers in the city recently. Please allow me to search the city."
Zhao Yannian lifted the curtain upon hearing this, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "The Imperial Astronomical Observatory has already calculated an auspicious time, and the imperial mausoleum in the suburbs of Beijing is far away. If we delay the burial of our mother, who will be responsible?"
The captain was about to speak when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was his colleague Xue Wanping: "The Queen's burial is a matter of state dignity. There must be no mistakes. Open the city gate immediately and let the princess leave."
The captain said, "General Yin has ordered that anyone entering or leaving the city gates must be strictly checked, regardless of whether they are royal relatives or common people. This is also what your majesty meant."
The last time the General Yin Pojia launched an attack on the Yan State envoys in front of the palace, he failed, and then he urged the Zhou Emperor to seal the city gates tightly, because he was afraid that Ji Fan would escape. The captain was his spy, and after he finished speaking, he raised his hand to signal and began to check the funeral procession. He not only counted the number of people, but also lay down under the coffin to look for a long time.
A soldier came over to report: "Captain, there is nothing unusual."
The lieutenant frowned and looked around, finally his eyes fell on the carriage. He walked forward and was about to lift the curtain, but he was suddenly slapped in the face. Zhao Yannian scratched his face with his teeth and claws, "You bad guy! Do you think you can look down on this princess? Go away!"
The captain couldn't fight back, so he could only dodge in panic, and was scratched like a cat. Xue Wanping immediately stepped forward to apologize and pulled the man back: "Princess, please forgive me, I will open the city gate right away!"
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to signal the funeral procession to leave the capital.
Ji Fan quietly hid in the carriage, his right hand fell on his waist, silently clenching the hilt of the sword, ready to deal with any emergency at any time. Fortunately, Xue Wanping came to help, and the group quickly left the capital without any problems.
There are three hundred people left.
Rong Xuan was still in the princess's mansion at this time. He estimated that the time was almost up, and finally jumped off the carriage to ask the housekeeper who was guarding the door: "Excuse me, old man, why hasn't our prince come out yet?"
Seeing that he was young, the housekeeper tapped him hard on the head and said, "Silly boy, you have fallen into a daze because of your nap! The prince is drunk and is resting in the side room. I guess he will stay overnight. The prince consort has gone out of town to attend the funeral and will not be back for a while. You should go back home as soon as possible to avoid waiting here."
Rong Xuan smiled foolishly, said nothing, and really drove away obediently in the carriage. After he had traveled for a while, he realized that no one was following him, so he turned around and went directly to Nalan Chun's villa.
Nalan Chun had been waiting for a long time. He was wearing a horse-riding and archery uniform with arrow sleeves and a quiver on his back, looking like he was going hunting. The three hundred cavalrymen were also dressed as guards, leading dogs and raising hawks, and quietly hiding in the courtyard.
Rong Xuan arrived at the villa and drove the car to the corner of the alley. He looked around and saw nothing unusual, so he went in through the back door.
Nalan Chun was originally pacing back and forth in the courtyard. Suddenly, he saw Rong Xuan coming in. He immediately went forward with joy and asked, "How is it going? When are we leaving? My mother is afraid that I will get into trouble, so she always goes to the house to look for me at this time. If I am any later, I will be discovered!"
Rong Xuan patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go now, leave the city immediately."
After he finished speaking, he took off his clothes and changed into a dark guard uniform. Then he went out with Nalan Chun and rode towards the city gate with the three hundred men.
Han Xiaoyun appeared quietly behind the team at some point and blended into the crowd.
Although Nalan Chun was very courageous, he was a little timid at the critical moment. He glanced at Rong Xuan inconspicuously and swallowed his saliva: "If they just don't let us go, will we be shot into hedgehogs if we rush out by force?"
Rong Xuan wasn't worried about this, as the guards weren't that brave. "That depends on how big your reputation is as the Prince of Ruling. After leaving the city, you should immediately spend money to find three hundred refugees to pretend to be guards and go hunting in the mountains. There are many beggars near the main road, so it shouldn't be difficult. After entering the mountains, stay there for two days to avoid the limelight, and you don't have to worry about what happens next."
Nalan Chun nodded and said nothing, only whispered: "Rong Xuan, I owe you this favor, but if in the future... if Ji Fan and Zhao Su..."
His Adam's apple moved before he could say this with difficulty: "If the day comes when we have to fight, please try to dissuade us..."
Nalan Chun seems stupid, but sometimes he is more insightful than ordinary people.
Rong Xuan looked at him with a little surprise, but Nalan Chun had already whipped his horse whip and rode ahead. He led his men to deliberately rush forward, and just as he reached the city gate, he was stopped by someone.
When Xue Wanping saw that it was the little bully Nalan Chun, he immediately hid aside to avoid being implicated.
The captain who had stopped Zhao Yannian just now did not learn his lesson. When he saw Nalan Chun was about to leave the city, he immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Prince of Ruling, stop immediately! His Majesty has ordered that you are not allowed to leave the capital without an imperial decree!"
Nalan Chun was riding on a horse, looking like a dandy. He scratched his ears when he heard this. "Not allowed to leave the city? Why not? This prince was planning to go riding in the suburbs. Princess Yannian had already gone out just now. Why did you stop me? Get out of the way quickly, or don't blame me for being blind with my whip!"
The lieutenant would naturally not give way: "Young Prince, Princess Yannian left the capital to see the queen off to her funeral. There is a handwritten order from His Majesty, and no one else is allowed to leave the city without an order from His Majesty!"
Nalan Chun knew that there was no time to waste, so he whipped him in the face with a whip and said, "Get out of here! I am your Majesty's nephew. If anyone dares to stop me, I will chop off his head!"
He was extremely skilled in using the tactic of being an accomplice to the evil, and after he finished speaking, he whipped the guards who were blocking his way and forced his men out of the city.
How could the guards at the city gate dare to provoke this little bully? They pretended to stop him twice, then chased him for a few steps. After seeing more than 300 people riding away in a cloud of dust, they returned in disgrace.
The captain was whipped by Nalan Chun until he saw stars. He finally got up from the ground, but found that Nalan Chun and others were gone. He was so angry that he slapped the guard next to him in the face: "Useless! Who told you to let him out of the city?!"
The guards grumbled and complained in a low voice: "Prince Ruling is the only son of Princess Yongning. How dare I stop him? If I settle the score later, I'm afraid that the whole family will suffer."
The lieutenant looked unhappy when he heard this, so he had to give up. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what it was. Until Yin Pojia led his troops to inspect, he asked as usual: "Has anyone left the city today?"
The lieutenant said with a bruised face, "General, today, in addition to Princess Yannian escorting the queen's coffin out of the capital, there was also... there was also the Prince of Ruling, who brought a hundred followers and said he wanted to go out of the city to hunt. He ignored my advice and rode away on horseback."
Yin Pojia suddenly remembered the spy's report that Ji Fan was drunk and staying at the princess's residence. He had a bad feeling in his heart: "How many people did the princess take away from the capital?"
The captain answered honestly: "Two thousand seven hundred men."
Yin Pojia gritted his teeth silently: "Where is the Prince of Ruling?!"
The captain hesitated for a moment: "About... about two or three hundred people..."
Two thousand seven hundred plus three hundred? Isn't that exactly three thousand?! Ji Fan's three thousand cavalrymen are all veterans of the battlefield. Each of them has a sword skill of the fourth rank or above. They can fight against the first rank divine sword. How can they run away?!
Yin Pojia's face darkened when he heard that, and he slapped the captain in the face: "Asshole! You didn't even know that someone ran away right under your nose! Send someone back to the palace to report that Ji Fan has escaped back to Yan, and ask Your Majesty to immediately send Lord Zhou Xiqiong to hunt him down!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately mobilized his troops and led thousands of experts to chase out of the city.
At this time, Rong Xuan had already brought the three hundred people to meet Ji Fan in the suburbs of Beijing. Nalan Chun retired after completing his mission and went directly to the Nanshan hunting ground.
The five thousand elite soldiers brought by Yue Yuanting were all wearing black armor that was convenient for fighting. From a distance, they looked like a dark mass, with a murderous aura. The black-bottomed and red-edged swallow-shaped flag fluttered in the wind, but their figures were as unmoved as mountains, and their eyes were cold.
They are the elite troops from the State of Yan.
Their mission this time is to escort the prince back to Yan at all costs.
Ji Fan ordered his men to carry the queen's coffin to an open area. After a moment of silence, he said to Zhao Yannian, "Thank you for your help today, Princess. I will remember this favor. If Emperor Zhou asks, Princess, just say that I held you hostage. No need to explain anything else."
Zhao Yannian nodded subconsciously, stood a little further away from the dark mass of soldiers and horses, and hid aside.
Han Xiaoyun had sharp eyes and ears. He didn't know what he noticed, and his face suddenly changed: "Your Highness! Not good! There are the sounds of horse hooves. The pursuers are probably here!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Fan subconsciously looked over and saw a group of dark horses suddenly appear on the distant horizon. While ordering their men to quickly retreat to the North Mountain, they drew their swords to stop the pursuers, with cold eyes, ready for a fight to the death.
Ji Fan looked at Rong Xuan beside him and said word by word, "You have already sent me out of Beijing. There is no need to send me out again. Leave quickly!"
It was the first time that he spoke to Rong Xuan in such a resolute tone, with absolute certainty and without room for doubt. I don't know if it was because of the wind and sand that his eyes were bloodshot.
Rong Xuan paused after hearing this, but did not move. He subconsciously looked at the approaching pursuers in the distance, but was surprised to find that the leader was Zhao Su: "Zhao Su?!"
Ji Fan's eyes widened when he heard this, and he was also surprised.
How could Zhao Su not hear the noise at the city gate? When she learned that Zhao Yannian was likely involved with Ji Fan and others, she directly mobilized the six officers of the East Palace and forced her out of the city with Xuanyuan Qing.
She took a shortcut and rode her horse at full speed, soon catching up with Ji Fan and the others. Seeing the dark masses of people and horses in the distance, she pulled the reins and stopped at a distance of five meters.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky and sandstorms filled the suburbs.
Zhao Su saw Zhao Yannian standing by, and also saw Ji Fan and Rong Xuan. She tightly grasped the reins, her eyes fixed on the latter, her expression extremely complicated: "Rong Xuan, you knew it was a dead end, but you still wanted to help him fight to the death?!"
Since the death of the Queen, Zhao Su fell from the altar to the dust, and witnessed the ruthlessness of the royal family. His heart seemed to have grown cold in those few days, and he no longer trusted anyone. But today, there was still a ripple, and I don't know if it was because of Rong Xuan and Ji Fan's boldness, or because of Zhao Yannian, his only sister.
Rong Xuan did not answer: "Your Highness the Crown Prince came here to stop us?"
Zhao Su did not speak. Seeing Ji Fan's men retreating rapidly towards the northern mountain, he tightened the reins silently. "Yin Pojia has discovered that you left the capital and is dispatching troops to chase you in four directions. Do you think you can escape?"
Han Xiaoyun listened for a moment, and sure enough, he heard the sound of another group of cavalrymen, with gloomy and ugly expressions on their faces.
Ji Fan's hostility towards Zhao Su did not diminish. He just thought that the other party was here to stop him from pursuing him. His face was cold and he drew his sword with a clang: "There is no need to involve others in our fight. What's wrong with me fighting my way out of this sea of blood and corpses today?!"
Nearly 10,000 people retreated into the mountains, which would take at least half an hour. The situation was really unfavorable and it was impossible not to start a war. Upon hearing this, the guards behind him also drew their swords and prepared to fight to the death.
Zhao Su hesitated and said, "Ji Fan, I used to think you were good at making shady plots in the dark, but I never thought you were brave enough to fight in front of the battlefield..."
She didn't know what she wanted to say, her voice suddenly paused, and finally raised her eyes to look at Rong Xuan: "Sir..."
She brought up another unrelated question: "I have something to ask..."
Rong Xuan glanced at the retreating troops behind him without leaving a trace, thinking that he could delay for a moment. Although he didn't know what Zhao Su wanted to ask, he still said, "It's okay to ask."
Zhao Su didn't know why, but he tried his best to straighten his back and asked in a hoarse voice: "In the past, in the Prince of Yan's mansion, you told me that a woman ascended the throne. Is it true?"
Rong Xuan nodded: "Of course it is true."
Zhao Su looked him straight in the face: "How's your courage? How's your talent?"
Rong Xuan: "She is far superior to men and a role model for women in the world."
Zhao Su's fingertips sank into the flesh: "What will the history books say? What will the people say? What will the world say?"
Rong Xuan said word by word: "It is a legacy of thousands of years, and all nations look to it. There is no one before him, and there will be no one after him. There are mixed reviews, both praise and criticism."
Zhao Su seemed to not care about the retreating troops at all. He closed his eyes after hearing this. It was unknown what he was thinking. After a long silence, he finally asked in a hoarse voice: "Sir, can you tell me how the woman governs the country after ascending the throne?"
Rong Xuan: "To continue the glory of a country and create an era of endless prosperity."
When he said this, his voice was so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind. But it could not hide the dynasty and name that had been glorious for several years in history.
Zhao Su was silent after hearing this. She took a deep breath and looked up at the overcast sky. At that moment, she seemed to have swallowed all the pain and suffering in her life, not allowing others to see it: "Sir, Zhao Su believes that her talents are not inferior to others, but she is not tolerated by the world. I don't want to let Ji Fan leave Yan, but if a monarch can only rely on such a secretive method to suppress his enemies, he has fallen behind."
"If I really have the talent of an emperor, I won't be afraid even if Ji Fan ascends the throne and attacks. If I don't have the talent, even if I kill a thousand or ten thousand Ji Fans, I won't be able to defend the country."
"I believe what you said, sir. I believe that women can ascend the throne and become emperors. I believe that women can be as good as men. I believe that if women govern the country, the country will be peaceful and prosperous, and all nations will come to pay tribute—"
Zhao Su's last few words were uttered with red eyes and gritted teeth. She didn't know what decision she had made. Suddenly, with a clang, she drew her sword out of its sheath and directly pierced the exit token on Xuanyuan Qing's waist. She threw it straight at Ji Fan and said word by word: "Take your troops and leave quickly. Let's see if you can become emperor as a noble man and I can become emperor as a woman."
Although Ji Fan had a fake exit token in his hand, it was not safe after all, so Zhao Su gave him a real one. In the distance, Yin Pojia had already led his troops to chase after them. Seeing this, Zhao Su ordered all his men to turn their horses around, draw their swords, and lead his personal soldiers to fight them.
Rong Xuan didn't expect Zhao Su to help him. He immediately looked at Ji Fan and urged him anxiously, "Take your troops and leave! I'm afraid Zhao Su won't be able to stop us for long!"
Han Xiaoyun also urged: "Your Highness! Hurry up!"
Ji Fan saw that most of the soldiers had already fled into Beishan, and he looked at Rong Xuan in a daze. He tightly grasped the reins, his eyes were red, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing. His palm was pinched by his fingertips, and it turned into a mottled scarlet.
The horse seemed to have sensed the danger and took him back step by step, putting some distance between them and Rong Xuan.
Ji Fan felt as if his heart was being clenched by an invisible hand, and the cold wind poured into his limbs and bones, chilling his blood. He looked at Rong Xuan deeply, and it seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a short moment. Finally, he pulled the reins hard, turned around and led thousands of soldiers and horses to retreat into Beishan.
"withdraw!"
The dark mass of soldiers and horses retreated like a tide, and like a huge beast, they silently escaped into the dense forest.
Rong Xuan looked at their departing backs and could only swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He actually wanted to say something to Ji Fan, but in the end he didn't have time to say it. It seems that in all the life-and-death separations in the world, there is often no time to tell each other what is in your heart.
This farewell, thousands of miles away, frost and snow urge us on.
May your Highness have a safe journey ahead, ride the wind and soar to the sky...