"I'll go with you." Di Beiyao raised his exquisitely beautiful face, his dark eyes filled with determination, and looked directly into Jun Wuji's eyes.

For some reason, when she heard Jun Wuji say he was going to war, she had a vague premonition of something bad. So she wanted to go with him; her battles might not be less than his, and she might even be able to help.

"Absolutely not!" Jun Wuji said decisively without even thinking.

"Why not?" Di Beiyao raised his voice, a rare occurrence, his handsome brows furrowing slightly in displeasure.

"Yao'er, the battlefield is extremely dangerous. A slight mistake could cost you your life. This is absolutely unacceptable. Be good, listen to me, okay?"

How could he possibly put his little one in danger!

"And what about you?!" Her tone had become sharp; yes, she was afraid, afraid that Jun Wuji would get hurt, afraid that something might happen to him...

Jun Wuji sighed helplessly, cupped Di Beiyao's small face in his hands, and looked into her eyes with unwavering determination in his long, narrow phoenix eyes.

"I will return victorious. Yao'er, wait for me at home. Don't worry me. Be good, okay?"

Di Beiyao turned his head away, unwilling to answer him, but his face was turned back to him again. "I promise! Be good, okay?"

Meeting the resolute look in those phoenix eyes, Di Beiyao finally relented, and said fiercely...

"If you don't come back safely, you're a dog! Not a single hair on your head can be missing, do you hear me?"

Jun Wuji finally breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the little one into his arms.

"Okay, I understand. I promise I'll come back to see my Yao'er with every hair on my head intact."

Di Beiyao didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and hugged Jun Wuji tightly.

She was never afraid of death, nor did she care about the deaths of others; otherwise, she wouldn't have launched wars time and time again.

For her, death was inevitable in war, but at this moment, she was afraid.

Our ancestors were right: only the ruthless can achieve imperial dominance!

That night.

Once the person in his arms was fast asleep, Jun Wuji opened his phoenix eyes, gently rose, pulled the blanket up, placed a kiss on Di Beiyao's forehead, and stepped out of the palace.

Inside the Beitang Mansion.

Beitang Feng, dressed in a maple-red robe, was sitting alone at a stone table, brewing tea. There were two teacups on the table.

A gust of wind rustled through the air, and a slight smile curved Beitang Feng's devilishly handsome face: the person he was waiting for had arrived.

Jun Wuji's tall and slender figure appeared, and Beitang Feng gestured for him to sit down, saying, "Brother-in-law, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He called him "brother-in-law" with particular ease, and his tone even revealed a hint of smugness.

Jun Wuji didn't argue with Beitang Feng too much. He bent down and sat down, saying, "The border is in turmoil. I will be leaving for war tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany Yao'er back for the three-day homecoming. I hope you won't be offended."

His voice was as cold as ever, yet it carried sincerity.

Beitang Feng was somewhat flattered. Holy crap, his idol was speaking to him with such sincerity!

Before Beitang Feng could say anything, Jun Wuji's cold voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of caution.

"This expedition is more dangerous than ever before. During my absence from the capital, I hope you will take good care of Yao'er."

If I... do not return, all my property will belong to Yao'er. This is a divorce agreement.

Beitang Feng looked at the envelope Jun Wuji had placed on the stone table, and felt inexplicably uneasy.

I never imagined Jun Wuji would go to such lengths for his younger sister.

What man in the world would willingly give up his beloved, especially a member of royalty? They would rather die than let their concubine be buried with them.

But what Jun Wuji is doing now is entirely for his younger sister's sake...