"Don't call me 'Your Majesty'. That title is unjustified and undeserved." Chang Geng pushed the flattery words aside, after saying this, he was also aware of his own restlessness. He took a deep breath and grabbed his sleeve as if seeking comfort.

He had a piece of cloth in his sleeve. There was no telling whether it was torn by hand or cut. It appeared as if a dog had gnawed it; Gu Yun placed it in a home letter for him. At first glance, one could not tell what it was. Gu Yun claimed in the letter that this was the part of a belt he didn't need. What he lost was a year’s worth of longing. Waiting until it was fulfilled in the future, he would ask him to help sew it back. He also said that he had one wish that he could not write in this letter and would let him know in the next.

"The imperial edict of the former emperor has been issued, the rest are only formalities. Why should Your Majesty have to be so rigid about it?" The commander interrupted his thoughts; quite different from Tan Hong Fei, the current commander of the Northern Camp was excellent in both handling affairs and socializing, he sneaked a glance at the new Emperor's expression and said, "Your Majesty, think about it: Marshal Gu has already cut off the supply line of the Westerners, their counter-attack is only the last effort. With Marshal in charge, why should Your Majesty worry?"

Chang Geng didn't answer. He knew that although Liu Zhong and Lin Yuan had sent back the false news about the ‘success’ of the Foreign Affairs Mission, it must have been reviewed and acquiesced to by Gu Yun, who then closed the Liangjiang camp later just to lure the enemy to invade. He calmed down to think about it carefully. This time, Gu Yun borrowed the east wind from the aristocratic families' rebels in the capital city, and brought the Westerners down at the same time. This war was enough to be recorded in history. There was really nothing to worry about.

The commander of the Northern Camp could understand all these things, how come Chang Geng couldn't?

But his heart was burning with anxiety.

... Of course, perhaps the burning was not simply from anxiety, but from a long period of longing.

At this time, the people of the post station came to report that Eagle Armor was ready to go. As soon as Chang Geng got up, three letters from the Liangjiang garrison were sent one after another — these were not for the capital city. Once the front line started to exchange fire, they would send an order to warn the surrounding military post stations and the local garrison to prepare for reinforcements or to raise their vigilance.