Rong Shuo's eyes turned slightly red: "What did she say?"
"Furong said: Don't worry about home, Your Highness, just focus on safeguarding the country."
The old General's words were powerful and resonated in the desolate cold air.
Rong Shuo was stunned for a moment, then said word by word: "Thank you, Second Uncle, for relaying the message. Please tell Furong that I will defend the national gates and stand with Dayan."
After speaking, he took a deep breath, carefully placing the paper-wrapped chestnuts into his chest, feeling the warmth in his chest as if his wife's gentle yet firm voice was echoing in his ears.
"I understand." Li Bu clasped his fists in salute.
The autumn wind was fierce, swirling yellow leaves onto Rong Shuo's palm.
He looked up and saw a faint round moon hanging solitary in the gray morning, like it was draped in a thin veil.
