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

Seeing this, the Emperor gently waved his hand, signaling Qin Qianluo to rise. His heart, however, was like a turbulent sea, as he pondered what important matter could possibly be at stake.

What makes this young lady so determined to go to the battlefield? Could there be some unknown secret hidden within the Xuanyuan Kingdom? Could that bring her unknown dangers? The Emperor frowned slightly, his gaze deep and worried.

Qin Qianluo slowly rose and gracefully returned to her seat, her face beaming with joy, just like a blooming spring flower, bright and radiant.

She was overjoyed, thinking that she could finally go to war with the army. However, when she thought of her mother, a trace of worry rose in her heart.

He pondered to himself that he needed to discuss this matter thoroughly with his mother, and that he must use gentle words and sincere intentions to make her understand his aspirations.

You must not let your mother worry too much about you; you must find a proper way to balance the greater good of the nation and the bond between mother and daughter.

The sounds of the morning court session gradually faded away within the palace walls. Qin Qianluo moved lightly with her lotus-like steps, her figure slightly heavy as she stepped onto the magnificent ceremonial procession, her heart seemingly drifting to a distant battlefield.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she bit her lower lip lightly. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts as she racked her brains trying to figure out how to weave words that would be as gentle as a spring breeze.

She gently soothed her mother's sensitive heart. Because at dawn, she would be joining the army on their journey to Xuanyuan.

The warm sedan chair finally came to a stop in front of her home. Qin Qianluo looked up and saw the familiar and cozy scene of her home. The courtyard was full of blooming flowers, as if telling a story of tranquility.

Meanwhile, her mother, Lin Ruoqing, resided in the ornately decorated hall, her smile as radiant as the warm spring sun, her laughter clear and melodious, touching the heart.

Looking at her mother's smiling face, Qin Qianluo felt as if something was stuck in her throat, and all the words in her heart were difficult to utter. At this moment, Qin Jiyuan behind her seemed to have noticed her embarrassment.

A firm, warm hand gently landed on her shoulder, applying slight pressure, as if silently conveying boundless strength and support, calming her flustered heart.

Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, looked up at her tall, determined older brother beside her, and seemed to draw courage from his eyes.

Then, turning her gaze to her mother in the distance, who was waving happily, she steeled herself, took light steps, and walked slowly over with her elder brother.

When she reached her mother, she hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter the words that had been swirling on her tongue countless times: "Mother, Luo'er will be joining the army to fight against Xuanyuan early tomorrow morning."

As soon as the words left her lips, it was as if a biting cold wind had instantly blown away the brightness on Lin Ruoqing's face. Her smile came to an abrupt end, and like a delicate flower struck by frost, it froze on her face.

She stared blankly at her youngest daughter, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment, as if still processing the sudden news, and for a moment she had no reaction.

Time seemed to stand still, and after a long while, Lin Ruoqing slowly came back to her senses from her daze. However, before she could even open her lips, crystal tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

Seeing this, Qin Qianluo was in a state of turmoil. She hurriedly stepped forward, reached out her slender hand and tightly grasped her mother's slightly trembling hands, trying to convey some warmth and comfort.

Meanwhile, Qin Qianyu, who was playing with the baby, was also shocked by the news and didn't know how to speak. Her originally bright eyes turned slightly red, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her eyes were full of disapproval and deep worry for her sister's departure to war.

With a heart full of helplessness, Qin Qianluo could only gently open her lips and softly tell her mother and sister about her lofty ambitions and the reasons why she had to go to war.

Lin Ruoqing and Qin Qianyu both knew that this child had been resilient and persistent since childhood. Once she made up her mind, she was like a river rushing into the sea, unstoppable.

On the battlefield, amidst the clash of swords and the uncertainty of life and death, how could they, as her closest relatives, not be deeply worried about her safety?

But the emperor's command is absolute, and under the boundless grace of the emperor, this journey is already a foregone conclusion. Even if one has a thousand unwillingnesses and ten thousand reluctances in one's heart, it is like an ant trying to shake a tree, powerless to change this predetermined fate.

Under Qin Qianluo's gentle comforting words, Lin Ruoqing and Qin Qianyu's emotions, which were originally like turbulent waves, seemed to be gently soothed by a pair of invisible yet warm hands, and slowly returned to calm.

The two locked eyes, and in that instant, their hearts were in sync. Since they were powerless to change the fact that Luo'er was going to war with the army, they would turn their deep concern and worries into concrete actions.

He pondered how to provide Luo'er with some protection on that perilous battlefield, making her situation a little more stable.

So the mother and daughter immediately got to work. Although they both knew in their hearts that Qin Qianluo possessed a magical space and should have all kinds of supplies, there was nothing to lack.

But the deep-seated concern and worry from their bloodline were like stubborn vines, tightly binding their hearts. If they did not express it through action, it would always be a thorn in their throats, difficult to let go.

Qin Qianluo saw all of this, and how could she not understand her mother and sister's good intentions? It was their deep love and reluctance to part with her. Therefore, she did not say anything to stop them, but silently engraved this deep affection in her heart.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the capital, Youming had been secretly spying on Qin Qianluo for some time and had put in a lot of effort. He finally discovered that Qin Qianluo went to a farm in the suburbs every day.

That day, before dawn, he concealed himself like a ghost and quietly lurked beside the road that Qin Qianluo would take to the farm.

His eyes gleamed with a cold light, like a hungry wolf in the dark, patiently waiting for its prey to appear. He was just waiting for Qin Qianluo to pass by so that he could strike her unexpectedly and catch her off guard.

Time crawled by like a snail, slowly passing by. The first light of dawn appeared in the east, until the night sky was as dark as ink, but Qin Qianluo's delicate yet resilient figure never appeared.

Youming's brows furrowed, his mind filled with doubt. He wondered if he had inadvertently given himself away while spying, which led to Qin Qianluo noticing and changing his plans.

However, the thought only flashed through his mind before he quickly dismissed it. He knew that if his actions were truly exposed, given the power behind Qin Qianluo and her modus operandi, he would be in serious trouble.

By now, they would probably be completely surrounded by an inescapable net, so how could it be so calm and peaceful, with not a single sound or disturbance around them?

It seemed that Qin Qianluo was definitely not going to the farm in the suburbs today. He cursed under his breath, the sound particularly sinister in the quiet night.

Then, with a swift movement, he flew back to the brothel like a black lightning bolt, preparing to conserve his energy and wait for the next perfect opportunity.

Speaking of this brothel, besides Youming and his group of ten, only the emperor, who is high above and controls the lifeline of the Xuanyuan Kingdom, knows the inside story.

Even Ling Xue and her two companions only knew that this place was an extremely secluded secret hideout, but they knew nothing about the more inside story or secrets.

They had previously informed Qin Qianluo of the details of the brothel in detail. Afterwards, the secret guards sent by Qin Qianluo conducted a meticulous investigation of the brothel, but found no suspicious clues.

The shadow guards also conducted a thorough investigation in secret, but found nothing substantial. Left with no other option, they decided to temporarily place people under close surveillance of the brothel, awaiting any further discoveries.

Just as Youming was inside the brothel, like a venomous scorpion lurking in the darkness, patiently lying in wait for the opportunity to launch a fatal attack on Qin Qianluo.

A piece of news, like a bolt from the blue, reached his ears without warning—Qin Qianluo had already joined the army to fight against Xuanyuan Kingdom.

Youming's face turned deathly pale instantly, then flushed red. He gripped the secret letter tightly in his hand, his hands trembling slightly with extreme anger, his teeth grinding as if he wanted to crush them.

"Fine, very well! Qin Qianluo, are you deliberately toying with me?" He glared at her, his anger seeming to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

"You think you can escape my grasp? If so, then don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll let your blood stain the battlefield, and use your blood to wash away all the humiliation and shame I've suffered recently!"

After saying this, Youming suppressed the overwhelming hatred in his heart, quickly packed his bags, and sped off towards the Xuanyuan Kingdom like an arrow released from a bow.

He had no military power and needed to meet the emperor to plead for the authority to lead troops, just so he could personally take Qin Qianluo's life on the battlefield amidst the flames of war.

Beneath the majestic city gates of the capital, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning mist had not yet dissipated, swirling like a veil between the city walls and the ranks of soldiers. A chill hung in the air, but it was dispelled by the soldiers' burning fighting spirit.

The Emperor, dressed in his dragon robe, exuded an imposing presence as he personally attended the send-off ceremony for the soldiers about to embark on their campaign. His profound gaze slowly swept over the resolute faces of the soldiers, his heart filled with both pride and admiration for these loyal and brave warriors, and a hint of solemnity regarding the unknown course of the battle.

"My lords," the Emperor's voice boomed, echoing through the heavens, "you are embarking on this campaign bearing the weight of the nation's honor and the hopes of the people."

Like a tiger unleashed from its cage, we must forge ahead fearlessly, undaunted by any powerful enemy, protecting our beautiful land with our own flesh and blood, and displaying the might of our dynasty!

"I am in the capital, eagerly awaiting your triumphant return. On the day of your success, you will be richly rewarded with honors, wealth, and promotions!"

After speaking, the emperor picked up his imperial wine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. The soldiers below followed suit, drinking their wines heartily in one go.

Then they shouted in unison, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! We will surely crush Xuanyuan and return in glory!" As soon as they finished speaking, the soldiers smashed the wine bowls in their hands to the ground.

With a crisp cracking sound, the army, like a surging torrent of steel, immediately set off.

Qin Qianluo, as a military officer, also wore black armor and rode upright in the ranks. Her black hair was tied up high.

Her delicate face, now framed by armor, had lost its former gentleness and tenderness, and gained a more awe-inspiring, cold, and murderous aura.

At this moment, the rising sun casts its golden rays upon the departing troops, their armor reflecting a dazzling light, as if draping them in a sacred golden robe.

Qin Qianlu gazed deeply at the Qin family members who had come to see her off, her eyes filled with reluctance and determination. Then, she resolutely turned her horse around and galloped towards the smoke-filled battlefield.

The Qin family members stood at the back, watching Qin Qianluo's receding figure. Tears involuntarily blurred their vision. They could only silently pray in their hearts that Luo'er and everyone else would have a safe and successful expedition and return home soon.