His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Feng Qingyun's anxious, tearful voice still echoed in her ears, like heavy hammer blows striking her heart.

"Luo Bao, your uncle and aunt's and the Emperor Emeritus's pamphlets are starting to turn red. We need to set off as soon as possible, or we might not make it in time."

Every second of delay increases the danger to loved ones. If I don't hurry, I may lose them forever, leaving behind a regret that I can never make up for.

That was a pain she could not bear no matter what, like an abyss into which there was no escape.

The Emperor also heard Feng Qingyun's words, and it was like a thunderclap in his ears, causing him to shudder.

My heart felt like it was on fire and being fried in oil. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and my internal organs were in turmoil from this sudden news.

His brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown, and his forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat.

His eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, as if he could see the suffering his loved ones were enduring far away.

But as the ruler of a country, he bears the heavy responsibility of the people. Every move he makes is related to the rise and fall of the country, and his position is like a heavy cauldron that cannot tolerate the slightest mistake.

He cannot easily lead an expedition in person and risk danger, otherwise the entire country will fall into turmoil.

Left with no other choice, he had to suppress the surging anxiety and worry in his heart and quickly calm down.

With his years of imperial wisdom and decisive decision-making ability, he secretly made urgent arrangements for his trusted bodyguards.

Su Jinyun seemed to be able to see into the depths of Qin Qianluo's soul, deeply understanding the burning anxiety in her heart that was like a raging wildfire.

This urgency, like a surging undercurrent, raged through Qin Qianluo's heart.

That was the heart-wrenching pain of seeing a loved one in dire straits, their life hanging by a thread, like a sharp steel knife cutting into her heart again and again.

The deep-seated hatred of her country being ravaged by war, its landscape shattered and disgraced, struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

Su Jinyun understood that at this moment, any words would be like a candle flickering in the wind, pale and powerless, unable to comfort Qin Qianluo in the slightest.

Only through silent support and profound understanding can we become the strongest backing for her on her journey forward.

Not long after, the guards of the Duke's mansion hurried over with solemn expressions.

They held Qin Qianluo and Qin Jiyuan's armor steadily in their hands, the armor reflecting a cold and sharp light under the sunlight.

It seemed to be silently foreshadowing the brutal war that was about to begin.

The metal is cold and hard, and each armor plate is like a warrior who has been tempered and refined, waiting to go to the battlefield with its master to defend the dignity of the homeland.

The patterns on the armor, like marks etched by time, record past glories and missions.

Su Jinyun slowly released Qin Qianluo's hand, which she had been holding tightly the whole time, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

Like a deep, still lake, her eyes held endless longing. There was worry for Qin Qianluo's impending peril, and also respect for this greater cause of family and country.

Qin Qianluo slowly turned around, her eyes fixed on Su Jinyun, her gaze filled with a thousand reluctances and ten thousand worries, as if countless words were stuck in her throat, difficult to express.

Her eyes were slightly red, glistening with tears, yet she struggled to hold them back.

Finally, she could no longer suppress the surging emotions deep within her heart, and stretched out her arms to gently embrace Su Jinyun.

Her voice was slightly choked, as if weighed down by a heavy stone, and she squeezed out a sentence from the bottom of her heart: "Jinyun, you must be careful."

These few simple words are filled with her deep concern and affection for Su Jinyun, and every word seems to carry her warmth.

Su Jinyun nodded slightly, her eyes reddening slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She hugged Qin Qianluo back, her arms tightening slightly, as if she wanted to transfer her strength to her.

Her voice was soft yet firm as she replied, "You too, be careful in everything you do. You must return safely."

Her words were like a spring breeze, gentle yet powerful, conveying her deep blessings and expectations for Qin Qianluo—a sincere emotion that transcends life and death.

Qin Qianluo slowly released her embrace, her gaze lingering on Su Jinyun's face for a long time, as if she wanted to etch her image into her heart and turn it into the motivation for her to bravely advance on the battlefield.

Then, she resolutely turned around and strode away with firm and powerful steps.

That figure exuded a resolute and unwavering determination, like a majestic mountain peak, whose belief in protecting its homeland could not be shaken no matter how the wind and rain raged.

Every step she took was firm and powerful, as if declaring to the world that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, she would never back down.

Until the enemy is defeated and everything that is cherished is protected.

The families of Qin Jiyuan and Qin Qianyu walked solemnly to Su Jinyun's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

Their eyes were filled with worry and concern, each gaze seemingly following the figure of their loved ones, traversing mountains and rivers, to reach the war-torn border.

Their hearts felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe, and every heartbeat was accompanied by deep worry for the safety of their loved ones.

Their faces were etched with weariness and unease, yet they bravely suppressed their grief, displaying resilience and a sense of responsibility.

At the same time, Mu Yunxi and several other generals had already taken swift action, rushing to the designated location to assemble their troops.

In an instant, bugle calls echoed throughout the military camp, breaking the tranquility of the air and awakening the passion in the hearts of every soldier like a stirring battle song.

The soldiers surged in from all directions like a tide, forming neat and orderly ranks.

They wore heavy, sturdy armor that gleamed metallically in the sunlight, its tightly interlocking layers resembling fish scales, providing them with impenetrable protection.

Each armor plate reflected light, as if telling the story of the soldiers' bravery and fearlessness.

The sharp weapon in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, as if declaring his fearless courage and determination to the enemy.

The sharpness of that blade seemed capable of tearing apart any enemy standing in its way.

The soldiers' eyes shone with fearlessness and determination, like burning flames, fiery and resolute, reflecting their loyalty to the country and their desire for victory.

The military flags fluttered in the wind, making a "whooshing" sound, like a stirring battle song, boosting the morale of the soldiers who were about to go to war.

The patterns on the flag danced in the wind, as if they were a sacred guide leading the soldiers forward.

Just as Qin Qianluo and the others stepped out of the city gate, the army was already in full battle array, ready to go.

The scene was magnificent and exhilarating. As far as the eye could see, there were countless soldiers, standing firm like an iron wall.

Their posture was upright and their ranks were neat, as if they were an invincible force.

The warhorses neighed and pawed the ground, as if they couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield and charge into battle alongside their masters.

The riders on horseback, with their agile figures and determined eyes, held the reins, ready to set off at any moment.

The shouts of the soldiers and the clanging of weapons mingled together, creating a majestic march to war.

The sound, like a thunderclap, shook the earth and demonstrated the army's majesty and power.

From receiving the urgent letter from the border to the moment the army set out, less than a day had passed.

The supporting army then set off from the capital like a mighty torrent.

The thunderous sound of hooves and footsteps shook the heavens, and the steam-powered vehicles specially built for the army roared on, as if the entire earth was trembling.

Wherever the army passed, dust billowed, obscuring the sky and the sun. Its momentum was like an unstoppable storm, sweeping towards the border.

The army's long line snaked across the land, like a giant python forged of steel, advancing towards the enemy.

Every soldier harbored the belief of defending their country, and their eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Su Jinyun stood quietly on the city wall, her gaze following the receding figures of the army until the long, dragon-like procession disappeared from sight.

Her eyes gradually turned cold and resolute, like stars twinkling in the cold night, radiating a cold and sharp light.

His eyes revealed anger and contempt for the enemy, but also a sense of responsibility and commitment to his country.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through mountains and valleys, revealing the flames of war on the border and the arrogance of the enemy.

"The Kingdom of Jizi is nothing but an insignificant little country, yet it dares to act so recklessly and provoke the majesty of our dynasty. This is truly outrageous and unforgivable!"

Su Jinyun pondered to herself, her anger burning like a raging fire in her heart.

Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the force.

"In this battle, we must not only defeat them decisively and rout them, but also ensure a continuous and foolproof supply of food and provisions."

This will allow our army to fight without any worries on the battlefield, completely suppressing their arrogance. We must not let them underestimate the strength of our dynasty!

Her heart was filled with unwavering faith, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.

Thinking of this, Su Jinyun turned around slightly and saw that the officials who had just had a brief moment of leisure due to the hunt were now all busy with their work again.

They looked hurried, their steps quick, their faces filled with seriousness and focus.

Some ministers, holding scrolls, were urgently discussing the allocation of grain and fodder with their subordinates.

Their brows were furrowed, and their eyes revealed worry and caution, as if they were thinking about how to ensure an adequate supply of food.

Some, with furrowed brows, were drawing battle maps and planning strategic layouts, their brushes moving rapidly across the maps as if commanding thousands of troops.

They each rushed to their posts, making final, meticulous preparations for the impending war, each understanding that they bore the fate and hope of the nation on their shoulders.

Their figures darted through the palace corridors like a swarm of busy bees, working tirelessly for the prosperity and peace of the nation.