"Have you any news of your father?"
Lele shook his head, which made Yang Chuxia sowhat anxious.
She wanted to go out and take a look, but was in a hurry to go back inside to pack things.
"Lele, at dawn, let Ye Er take you back to the Capital City. You are the treasure of your father and ; you cannot stay here."
Upon hearing this, Lele looked at her resolutely, "But mother, I am also a Prince of the Great Zhou. If I leave now, I will beco a fleeing minister. Now I am young, the court officials might not say anything, but when I grow up, if anything happens, everyone will bring this matter up."
"Mother, neither you nor father have left, why should I?" Lele continued, "Besides, is there anything safer than staying with the army? If the army retreats, we retreat; if the army stays, we stay. If the army falls, how long can Great Zhou remain stable? By then, the ministers of a fallen nation will live worse than ordinary people. So I won’t go! And who knows, I might even be able to co up with so ideas."
Always knowing that this child had his own ideas, at this mont, Yang Chuxia was left speechless.
Yang Chuxia remained silent, watching the west from the courtyard, where the flas flickered, extinguished, and then reignited.
Finally, the sound of a horn echoed again, though this seed different from the others.
"The Great Qi’s army has retreated!" Lele exclaid, "This horn sound, one long, two short, that’s Great Qi’s."
Lele then added, "Mother, we should have won."
If they had lost, the entire Liao City would have already been occupied.
"Yes, go back to your room and sleep now." Yang Chuxia patted his head, "As for returning to the Capital, I will discuss it with your father."
Yang Chuxia thought, since he refused to leave, Ye Zi’an would have to intervene to persuade him; despite his noble status, he is still just a child and shouldn’t bear so much.
Ye Zi’an didn’t return until the afternoon, his white robe splattered with blood.
"How did you end up like this? Where are you hurt? Ming Lan, quickly call for a doctor." Yang Chuxia was startled by his disheveled appearance.
"No need, I’m not hurt." Ye Zi’an waved his hand to stop Ming Lan.
"If you’re not hurt, how did you end up in such a state?" Yang Chuxia suddenly thought of sothing, "Did you go to the battlefield?"
"Yes, watching the soldiers fiercely fighting, I couldn’t resist; that feeling was truly exhilarating." Ye Zi’an’s eyes sparkled, full of enthusiasm, clearly relishing the thrill of battle.
Yang Chuxia twitched her mouth, initially wanting to scold him, but gave up on the idea.
"Xiaxia, if I could live my life again, I wouldn’t take the Cultivated Talent exam, but join the army instead." After a pause, he continued, "I finally understand why Xiao Er was so determined to beco a General; guiding the nation on the battlefield is far better than eloquent speech in the court."
"So Xiao Er’s persistence in wanting to be a soldier cos from you." In the end, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but nag, "You know, unlike your uncle, you have no battlefield experience. You’ve never been there, yet you charged forward. On the battlefield, knives have no eyes; what if you were injured?"
"It’s nothing, Ye Liu and the others were around ." Ye Zi’an smiled and then said, "Actually, it’s not just my first ti on the battlefield. According to uncle, so soldiers under the command of a few centurions are also experiencing their first battle. If they aren’t afraid, why should I be? I have protection around , and I’m more skilled than them."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia couldn’t think of anything else to say.
"Rest for a while, I’ll have soone prepare so water for you to wash up and eat sothing."
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