In the imperial court, the Emperor sat upon the Dragon Throne with two secret reports laid out on the desk before him. He looked at the assembled ministers and said with a smile, "Victories are pouring in from the southern front. Among the soldiers, many young men from True Martial Academy have distinguished themselves. They are worthy of praise!"
As he spoke, he looked down at the crowd. "The sons of your families, in particular, are all outstanding! Leng Mengde, your son Leng Ping was wounded on the battlefield a few days ago. Were you worried?"
Hearing this, Lord Leng, Leng Mengde, stepped forward and bowed. "To say I wasn't worried would be a lie, Your Majesty. But blades have no eyes. Once on the front lines, no matter who you are, you must be prepared to die for the nation at any moment, and my son is no exception. After all, you go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and protect the kingdom, not to burnish your reputation."
