The next day, as the day was barely getting started, a group left Danzhou's port. Since it was the Emperor's entourage, the situation was not normal. Although all manners of honor guard had not come out, there was three li of densely packed people surrounding the noble and large carriage in the center. It appeared very imposing.
The common people of Danzhou knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed to the leaving Emperor. This might be the first and last time they would see the Emperor. As citizens of Qing Kingdom, no one wanted to miss it.
Fan Xian rode in the rear of the group. He looked at the group in the distance on the official road with a worried expression on his face. He was about to follow the Emperor to the great Dong Mountain's temple to worship heaven. However, his heart was full of unease and confusion.
