Zha Zhengcheng's throat felt somewhat dry. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Go! Your grandfather was a fine general, and his greatest wish was to see his descendants fight bravely on the battlefield to protect our country. Your father was unable to fulfill his dying wish, so you must go in my place and look upon the mountains and rivers he fought with his very life to defend!"
"Father, Xier understands." Zha Muxi's eyes were red, but she stubbornly held back her tears. This was the first time speech had felt so extraordinarily difficult for her, bitterness spreading through her mouth.
A military camp is nothing like the imperial court; those soldiers only respect strength. If you cannot conquer them, Xier, you will likely find every step difficult to take.
Chapter 47