Saint Chuli waited outside the carriage for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Midway through the journey, a subordinate came to inquire about the next day's march. He glanced at the carriage, walked a little further away, and then began to talk to his subordinate.

When he returned, he found the carriage silent.

He was a little worried, clenched his fists and hesitated for a while, then lifted the curtain slightly and squeezed in.

"Sheng Chuhan? Have you changed your clothes yet?" Sheng Chuli immediately closed his eyes after the curtain was lifted.

"Sheng Chuhan?" He didn't hear a response, so he called Sheng Chuhan's name again.

"Little princess? Have you changed your clothes?" Saint Chuli called for a long time but there was still no response.

He couldn't help but open his eyes.

Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the carriage, and with the help of the faint firelight outside, he could see Sheng Chuhan's appearance clearly, and couldn't help but chuckle helplessly.

Saint Chuhan was curled up in a corner of the carriage and had fallen asleep, only wearing her inner clothes.

Saint Chuli found the hidden compartment, took out the ointment, sighed, and shook his head helplessly, "He's quite clever, knowing to cover himself with a piece of clothing."

After talking to himself, he carefully took Sheng Chuhan's hand and saw that her palm was bright red.

"Why are there blisters?" Saint Chuli's eyes showed a hint of heartache.

After gently applying the medicine to Sheng Chuhan's palm, he remained motionless, lost in thought.

He was torn.

Having walked all day, Sheng Chuhan must have blisters on her feet. However, since men and women shouldn't touch each other, he was torn about whether to wake her up and let her apply the medicine herself.

Saint Chuli looked down at Saint Chuhan, and after a long while, heartache finally overcame his reason.

He resignedly removed Sheng Chuhan's shoes and socks and applied medicine to her by the dim candlelight.

When he took off his shoes and socks and saw Sheng Chuhan's feet, he saw that the blisters on the soles of his feet had already burst, and his heels were a bloody mess.

"This girl is really stubborn. She suffered so much, but she didn't utter a sound." Sheng Chuli felt a little sorry for her, but also had a headache.

He suddenly hesitated, wondering if taking Sheng Chuhan to the battlefield was the right or wrong thing to do.

After applying the medicine, Saint Chuli breathed a sigh of relief, and his worries gradually disappeared.

When he stepped out of the carriage, the soldiers around him were already fast asleep.

Liu Teng and the others were not far from the carriage.

Seeing this, Saint Chuli walked over.

"General, we have received a letter. It was delivered by the Imperial Guard on horseback at breakneck speed." Liu Teng glanced at the Imperial Guard standing on the other side.

Upon seeing this, the Imperial Guard immediately came over and personally handed the letter to Saint Chuli.

"Jin Jiu greets Your Highness. This is a letter personally written by the Emperor. He instructed me to deliver it to Your Highness personally." Jinwuwei finished speaking respectfully and then remained silent.

Saint Chuli had mixed feelings.

This is the second letter he has received from his father in three years.

The first letter was to ask him to return to the capital and help Sheng Chuyi.

He hesitated to read the second letter for a moment, though he couldn't quite explain why.

Saint Chuli took a deep breath, silently opened the letter, and quickly skimmed through its contents.

Suddenly, the three striking words froze him in place.

Saint Chuli felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe. He hurriedly said "wait" and immediately climbed into the carriage.

He only dared to breathe once he was inside the carriage.

The curtains inside the carriage blocked out the outside light, and Saint Chuli brazenly allowed his expression to break down.

He actually apologized to him.

Saint Chuli's thoughts drifted away, recalling something from his childhood.

Sheng Chuyi's studies have always been more demanding than his. Perhaps Sheng Chuyi was being rebellious that day, dragging him out to play and forgetting about his studies.

The next day, he and Sheng Chuyi were reprimanded. He couldn't bear to see Sheng Chuyi severely punished, so he lied and said that he insisted on taking Sheng Chuyi out to play.

Later, Sheng Chuyi, being a man of principle, went to the Emperor to apologize.

The emperor summoned him and apologized to him.

He said nonchalantly, "It is only right for Father to punish his son. Father is doing it for our own good. What kind of father apologizes to his son?"

However, his father criticized him severely.

“Li’er, if you do something wrong, you must admit it. You must never use your status or position as an excuse to shirk responsibility. Your father is also a human being. No one is perfect. If you make a mistake, you must admit it and correct it in time. That is the right thing to do. You must remember this. This applies to the Emperor, the Prince, and your father.”

He remembered those words very well, and he never heard his father apologize again.

Because my father never missed it again after that.

Hearing that "I'm sorry" again now, he seemed to be transported back to that winter afternoon.

Saint Chuli composed himself and smiled silently.

Actually, he no longer blames his father.

When he first arrived at that remote and unfamiliar frontier, he was resentful, with a hint of hatred in his resentment.

He believed that his father had taken him back to the palace merely to pave the way for Sheng Chuyi's throne, and that all the love and care he had once spoken of had become utterly false.

He even stubbornly believed that there was no true kinship left in the world, and that everything was nothing more than an intertwining of power and interests.

However, he spent three long years in this harsh frontier region, personally participating in dozens of battles, large and small.

Through the baptism of blood and fire, he witnessed countless life-and-death separations and gained a profound understanding of many truths he had never understood before.

He finally understood the meaning of the saying "Parents who love their children plan far ahead for them" and realized his father's good intentions.

The Emperor, as the Son of Heaven, understood the principle that "two tigers cannot share one mountain" better than anyone else.

He did not want to see his two sons repeat the tragedy of fratricide. He hoped that they could support each other, work together, and make the Holy Sky Dynasty go further and more steadily in the long river of history.

Saint Chuli stepped out of the carriage and came to the side of the Imperial Guard.

"Did Father Emperor mention anything else?" Saint Chuli asked in a low voice.

Jinwuwei shook his head.

Saint Chuli nodded. "Alright, go back and tell Father that I will definitely return in triumph."

After bowing, the Imperial Guard left immediately.

Liu Teng glanced at the carriage, then quickly looked away and asked in a low voice, "General, what about the princess? Didn't the Emperor order Her Highness to return?"

Saint Chuli turned his head and gave him a cold glance. "Is the princess here getting in your way?"

Upon seeing this, Liu Teng quickly waved his hand, "Oh dear, how could that be? It's just that Her Highness the Princess is of noble birth and will inevitably suffer a lot if she follows the army. His Highness the Crown Prince dotes on her so much, how could he bear to do that?"

As he spoke, Liu Teng's voice lowered, because he felt the temperature around him drop sharply.

"Well, Your Highness, I'm going to rest now. We have to travel tomorrow morning, so please get some rest too." Liu Teng said and immediately darted away.