When Li Xueyue walked out of the Li Manor adorned with the simplest jewelry from her trove, accompanied by a smug Li Wenmin, the Duchess could do nothing but sigh at her petty children.
"Don't tell me you're planning to join us, Wenmin?" Duchess Wang Qixing chuckled, her voice friendly and welcoming, but her dagger eyes suggested otherwise while she effortlessly slipped into the carriage.
"As if I could stomach food with him around." Li Wenmin wrinkled his nose in disgust. "But no, unfortunately, I will be stuck with training soldiers. Even though we're in the process of finalizing a peace treaty with Hanjian, it's still not set in stone. We always have to be prepared for a war."
Li Xueyue swallowed. The thought of war was daunting and horrifying. Would Li Wenmin have to join the battle? Her eyes flickered to the badge pinned on his chest, the glistening metal branding him a General.
