Seeing this, the Emperor gently waved his hand, signaling Qin Qianluo to rise. His heart, however, was like a turbulent sea, as he pondered what important matter could possibly be at stake.

What makes this young lady so determined to go to the battlefield? Could there be some unknown secret hidden within the Xuanyuan Kingdom? Could that bring her unknown dangers? The Emperor frowned slightly, his gaze deep and worried.

Qin Qianluo slowly rose and gracefully returned to her seat, her face beaming with joy, just like a blooming spring flower, bright and radiant.

She was overjoyed, thinking that she could finally go to war with the army. However, when she thought of her mother, a trace of worry rose in her heart.

He pondered to himself that he needed to discuss this matter thoroughly with his mother, and that he must use gentle words and sincere intentions to make her understand his aspirations.

You must not let your mother worry too much about you; you must find a proper way to balance the greater good of the nation and the bond between mother and daughter.

The sounds of the morning court session gradually faded away within the palace walls. Qin Qianluo moved lightly with her lotus-like steps, her figure slightly heavy as she stepped onto the magnificent ceremonial procession, her heart seemingly drifting to a distant battlefield.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she bit her lower lip lightly. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts as she racked her brains trying to figure out how to weave words that would be as gentle as a spring breeze.

She gently soothed her mother's sensitive heart. Because at dawn, she would be joining the army on their journey to Xuanyuan.

The warm sedan chair finally came to a stop in front of her home. Qin Qianluo looked up and saw the familiar and cozy scene of her home. The courtyard was full of blooming flowers, as if telling a story of tranquility.

Meanwhile, her mother, Lin Ruoqing, resided in the ornately decorated hall, her smile as radiant as the warm spring sun, her laughter clear and melodious, touching the heart.

Looking at her mother's smiling face, Qin Qianluo felt as if something was stuck in her throat, and all the words in her heart were difficult to utter. At this moment, Qin Jiyuan behind her seemed to have noticed her embarrassment.

A firm, warm hand gently landed on her shoulder, applying slight pressure, as if silently conveying boundless strength and support, calming her flustered heart.

Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, looked up at her tall, determined older brother beside her, and seemed to draw courage from his eyes.

Then, turning her gaze to her mother in the distance, who was waving happily, she steeled herself, took light steps, and walked slowly over with her elder brother.

When she reached her mother, she hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter the words that had been swirling on her tongue countless times: "Mother, Luo'er will be joining the army to fight against Xuanyuan early tomorrow morning."

As soon as the words left her lips, it was as if a biting cold wind had instantly blown away the brightness on Lin Ruoqing's face. Her smile came to an abrupt end, and like a delicate flower struck by frost, it froze on her face.

She stared blankly at her youngest daughter, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment, as if still processing the sudden news, and for a moment she had no reaction.

Time seemed to stand still, and after a long while, Lin Ruoqing slowly came back to her senses from her daze. However, before she could even open her lips, crystal tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

Seeing this, Qin Qianluo was in a state of turmoil. She hurriedly stepped forward, reached out her slender hand and tightly grasped her mother's slightly trembling hands, trying to convey some warmth and comfort.

Meanwhile, Qin Qianyu, who was playing with the baby, was also shocked by the news and didn't know how to speak. Her originally bright eyes turned slightly red, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her eyes were full of disapproval and deep worry for her sister's departure to war.

With a heart full of helplessness, Qin Qianluo could only gently open her lips and softly tell her mother and sister about her lofty ambitions and the reasons why she had to go to war.

Lin Ruoqing and Qin Qianyu both knew that this child had been resilient and persistent since childhood. Once she made up her mind, she was like a river rushing into the sea, unstoppable.

On the battlefield, amidst the clash of swords and the uncertainty of life and death, how could they, as her closest relatives, not be deeply worried about her safety?

But the emperor's command is absolute, and under the boundless grace of the emperor, this journey is already a foregone conclusion. Even if one has a thousand unwillingnesses and ten thousand reluctances in one's heart, it is like an ant trying to shake a tree, powerless to change this predetermined fate.

Under Qin Qianluo's gentle comforting words, Lin Ruoqing and Qin Qianyu's emotions, which were originally like turbulent waves, seemed to be gently soothed by a pair of invisible yet warm hands, and slowly returned to calm.

The two locked eyes, and in that instant, their hearts were in sync. Since they were powerless to change the fact that Luo'er was going to war with the army, they would turn their deep concern and worries into concrete actions.

He pondered how to provide Luo'er with some protection on that perilous battlefield, making her situation a little more stable.

So the mother and daughter immediately got to work. Although they both knew in their hearts that Qin Qianluo possessed a magical space and should have all kinds of supplies, there was nothing to lack.

But the deep-seated concern and worry from their bloodline were like stubborn vines, tightly binding their hearts. If they did not express it through action, it would always be a thorn in their throats, difficult to let go.

Qin Qianluo saw all of this, and how could she not understand her mother and sister's good intentions? It was their deep love and reluctance to part with her. Therefore, she did not say anything to stop them, but silently engraved this deep affection in her heart.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the capital, Youming had been secretly spying on Qin Qianluo for some time and had put in a lot of effort. He finally discovered that Qin Qianluo went to a farm in the suburbs every day.

That day, before dawn, he concealed himself like a ghost and quietly lurked beside the road that Qin Qianluo would take to the farm.

His eyes gleamed with a cold light, like a hungry wolf in the dark, patiently waiting for its prey to appear. He was just waiting for Qin Qianluo to pass by so that he could strike her unexpectedly and catch her off guard.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!