In the spring of 179 AD, at the emperor's command, the nine-year-old Second Prince accompanied a large army to the frontier for training.

In spring, the willows were just sprouting new buds, and on the vast field, a mighty army stood with an awe-inspiring presence.

On the high platform, Helian Nie, dressed in a crimson dragon robe, had a handsome face with sharp, chiseled features, and his well-defined fingers held a bowl of wine.

His narrow, almond-shaped eyes swept over the ranks of soldiers, and his thin lips parted slightly as he bid farewell to the troops heading to the frontier.

Helian Ci was among them. Although he was much taller than his peers at that age, he still stood out conspicuously among these tall and strong soldiers.

At this moment, Helian Ci's dark eyes were fixed on a corner of the high platform, where a small figure in a crimson begonia dress stood.

The little boy was peeking out, his eyes red and swollen, staring at him. Helian Ci's long, porcelain-white fingers tightened their grip on the rim of the wine bowl.

Don't cry, you little coward.

As Helian Nie finished speaking to the soldiers, the deafening roar of their responses filled the air, a roar that shook the heavens and resonated deep within their hearts.

Sisi's chubby little hands were gripping the red pillars on the platform, her face and eyes were red, and she couldn't hear anything.

In his reddened eyes, he only saw his second elder brother standing beside the imposing general in his armor. His second elder brother was dressed in full armor today.

Although he was no match for that great general, in his heart, his second brother was far more capable than that great general.

Helian Nie finished his farewell drink with his soldiers, glancing out of the corner of his eye towards the direction where the little girl was standing.

The little girl's eyes were red, but she stubbornly refused to shed tears, her gaze fixed firmly on the direction of the second son.

On his handsome face, his thin, crimson lips were pressed into a straight line. In short, the ugly thing had grown up a bit.

"Knock knock knock—"

The drums beat louder and louder, and the black and red banners of Northern Yin fluttered in the wind. The general sat astride his tall horse, ready to obey only the emperor's command.

Helian Nie stood with his hands behind his back on the high platform, the wind billowing his crimson dragon robe. His handsome face and peach blossom eyes swept over Helian Ci, then instantly landed on the Great General. His thin lips parted slightly.

"Set off for war."

"Yes." General Bai Jin cupped his hands, raised the long staff in his hand to the sky, and his sharp, resounding voice echoed throughout the wide field.

"Marching into battle!"

Suddenly, Sisi's eyes turned even redder. Ignoring everything else, she ran out from behind the red pillar and rushed to Helian Nie's side.

Helian Ci sat on his warhorse beside Bai Jin, his dark eyes, like deep pools, gazing intently at Mou Si Si. His lips parted slightly, and he silently uttered something.

Sisi understood. She clenched her chubby little hands tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, and nodded vigorously at her fluffy little head.

Helian Ci's sickly pale face, his dark eyes gentle, and his exceptionally red lips curved into a smile. He pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and followed the army away.

In the chill of early spring, Helian Ci, clad in full armor, stood out as an inconspicuous figure among the vast, imposing army on his chestnut-red steed.

Her long, dark hair was tied up high, and her slender back revealed a hint of thinness. Her back was straight, reflecting the pride in her heart.

Below the high platform stood civil and military officials, including Wenren Yu and Helian You.

Helian Yi was among them. Helian Yi stared at Helian Ci's back, his gentle face revealing an indescribable emotion in his dark eyes.

Wenren Yu waved a traditional Chinese ink-painted fan in her hand, inwardly sighing. The scene of the Second Prince expressionlessly killing the assassin from Yue Lou that night was still vivid in her mind.

Now, at such a young age, he has been sent by the Emperor to the frontier for training. When he returns, his status will be immeasurable.