"Deputy General He, send the Tenth Prince back first! Once His Majesty's decree arrives, just have the Tenth Prince stay and rest in the tent."
The implication was to put Fu Yuanjun under soft imprisonment.
With an order from Xueba of Marquis Zhenbei, Fu Yuanjun, the Tenth Prince who was prostrating on the ground, was picked up by Deputy General He and escorted out of the tent.
Xue Bingyi watched the departing figure, her eyes filled with rage.
Knowing that his daughter felt aggrieved, Xueba of Marquis Zhenbei stepped forward and patted her shoulder, "Bingyi, don't be angry with him. After all, he is a prince and your father cannot do anything to him lightly."
"Father, even if he is a prince, if Yi Country were to attack us now and the Tenth Prince recklessly seeks glory and advances, it would be easy for him to die. Know that anything can happen on the battlefield, and he won't be spared from being killed just because of his royal status!"
"What do you mean?"
