Yan Zhiwu fell into deep thought after hearing that.
When Lord Yan saw this, he waved his hand and said, "Go. Go back and think about it.
"Unless you're willing to give up your present glory and wealth to be a pair of free and wild cranes that may be hunted at any time.
"Remember, you are the eldest grandson of the Yan family, the pillar of the Yan family."
Yan Zhiwu nodded and returned to his courtyard with a heavy heart.
He entered his study room and took a pen and paper to write and draw for hours.
Realization dawned upon him, and after two hours of writing, tearing, and more writing, he finished a letter to Sun Miaoke.
After handing it over to his mother the next morning, he set off for the military camp.
Mrs. Yan looked at the letter as if it were a hot potato.
Because when she saw her unshaven and dispirited son appear in front of her, she had already guessed the contents of the letter.
