Yang Ming looked at himself in the mirror.
The imperial standard military uniform in light gray, with three or four medals given by the military hanging on his chest, topped with the shoulder insignia of a major colonel of the Military Department.
After Yang Ming signed those contracts, Daphne happily left, as if she had let go of a heavy burden.
Within half a day, the pardon document and the Imperial Military Department's transfer order were already placed on Yang Ming's desk.
Because the frontline was starting to confront, he needed to go to the frontline within three days, meet Admiral Thomas, and enter the command system of the Imperial Military Department.
Indeed, this was not just a show.
Or rather, although Yang Ming was merely an honorary figurehead, he could still voice his opinions in military command and have some level of influence.
The East Wind, which underwent strict inspections by Lyu, was now docked outside the noble prison.
