"If you don't want to go, then don't go. Tell the prince and the others that it's better to say goodbye to me. The journey to Nanjing is long, so you have to be careful."

"Your Majesty... the convoy has not yet set off, why don't we..."

"My words are my will, just convey them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Chengen turned around helplessly and limped towards the carriage carrying the prince.

Looking at the mighty convoy, Chongzhen showed a barely perceptible smile. He pointed at the convoy and said, "Lord Li, the convoy that the crown prince is traveling south is too bloated. If we run into danger, it will be difficult to take care of both ends. It is better for us to stay in the capital for safety."

"Your Majesty, if they don't follow your orders, there is nothing I can do."

How could Li Banghua not know this?

The decree clearly stated: The family should not be too large, and the entourage should be light. But in reality, these people wanted to pack up all the soil in their homes and bring it to Nanjing.

He can't control it, and he has no way to control it.

"This is easy to handle. Who will be responsible for the escort?"

"Your Majesty did not specify this in his decree, so I took it upon myself to let the Left Commander Liu Wenyao be in charge of the escort."

"Send Liu Wenyao forward. I have something to ask you."

Liu Wenyao came to Chongzhen respectfully. Because he was wearing armor, he had to bow and say: "Your Majesty, I, Liu Wenyao, am here to see you by your order."

"How many carriages are there going to Nanjing?"

"There are 519 outside the Meridian Gate, and more than 100 near the Zuoan Gate." Liu Wenyao answered truthfully.

"Too many. Pass on my order that the convoy heading south should be light and simple, with each household limited to four carriages. Give them a quarter of an hour. When the time is up, those who fail to meet the number will stay in the capital to fight the enemy with me."