I am not a seventh-generation descendant of Lord Wu'an from the Qin Dynasty.

"Tian'er, take good care of yourself and the kids at home. We're going to Xianyang for a visit, we'll be back after the New Year!"

Tsumata, cradling the yawning tiger cub, gazed intently at the spirited young man riding away.

Just like that saying, "A young man can ride the wind and soar ninety thousand miles high in a single day!"

My dear husband, take care!

Xiuer and Yuer tied up their hair, supporting their wife Tian with their hands on either side, looking back every few steps.

"Madam, let's go back! It's windy!"

"Yes, Madam. Master is going to Xianyang to take up a high-ranking official post. A life of wealth and promising future—it's a good thing!"

Tsumata stroked her belly, her gaze filled with resentment.

"Yes, that's good news. But this trip to Xianyang will inevitably attract some unwanted attention, and I'm afraid Tian'er won't be able to keep her promise to grow old with her beloved."

"Three months, is this the final stretch?"

……

The main camp for the campaign against Han.

"I, Bai Qi, am on my way to Xianyang by royal decree and have come to bid farewell to General Wang Yi!"

Outside the main tent, the sun was just rising.

The golden sunlight shone on the face of the handsome young man, who was eight feet tall, as if adding a halo around him.

The boy looked up, his gaze filled with curiosity as he looked into the tent. Golden sunlight streamed into his eyes, making his black pupils glow with a reddish-gold hue, like the first light of a dragon's eye.

Wang Yi didn't know if it was because of his preconceived notions, but he felt as if he were seeing the former general when he saw the young man in front of him.

"You are Bai Qi?"

"Yes, Bai Qi is under the command of Li Tian, ​​the commander of a thousand men. Bai means white, and Qi means seventh in rank."

Bai Qi quickly lowered his head.

An old general in black armor slowly walked out of the deep and imposing general's tent.

His temples were white with frost, and his face was withered and wrinkled. If it weren't for the imposing general's armor, if you met him on the roadside, he would probably look no different from an old man in northern Shaanxi.

Just then, Bai Qi felt a chill run through his body, a murderous aura descended upon him, and his limbs stiffened like rusted iron, leaving him completely motionless.

He only felt a withered, powerful hand pat his shoulder and knead his muscles.

"Not bad! After more than half a year of military service, you've grown a lot taller, but you're still a bit pale and thin."

Bai Qi's lips twitched slightly. He was a tall man of 1.85 meters, and his weight was almost 160 pounds. He was still considered skinny? The old general really had high standards!

"Bring on the leg of lamb!"

General Wang Yi instantly transformed into a kind elder, forcefully pulling Bai Qi to sit down on the ground with one hand.

Right in front of this army's camp, she pulled him aside, asking him about his well-being and everyday matters.

Are all the Qin Dynasty's battle-hardened generals this approachable?

Bai Qi remembered that the historical records stated that this old general would pass away in the next two years. Upholding the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, he naturally said whatever came to mind.

When he talked about his childhood as a wanderer, the old general would feel deeply moved and his eyes would well up with tears.

When he talked about his marriage and children, the old general would beam with childlike joy.

When he talked about the suppression of bandits in the Taihang Mountains, the old general would listen attentively and occasionally slap his thigh in praise.

"A relentless advance, a step-by-step encirclement, using vehicles to surround the city, striving for total annihilation. Excellent!"

Finally, the comments were given.

"Bai Qizi is mature beyond his years, with far-sighted plans; he has the potential to be a great general!"

Bai Qi dropped the roasted lamb leg from his hand with a clatter to the ground, and hurriedly shook his two greasy hands.

"General, you flatter me. I am but a mere centurion, how could I possibly be fit to be a supreme general!"

General Wang Yi ignored his feigned humility and repeatedly urged him, "Eat, eat quickly!"

Bai Qi bent down and picked up the lamb leg from the table.

General Wang Yi poured a bowl of Qin wine and pushed it towards us. "Try it, Qin wine is a bit strong!"

Bai Qi glanced at the sturdy horse he had ridden up, 'You can't ride a horse without drinking, and you can't drink while riding a horse…'

"Such an inferior horse is unworthy of Bai Qizi! Men, bring me my horse!"

"No, that's not what I meant!"

Bai Qi lowered his head and gritted his teeth, taking a bite of mutton and a sip of Qin wine, chewing it down in large gulps.

"Yes, that's it."

General Wang Yi was overjoyed, "Back when we followed Lord Wu'an, we were just like this..."

Bai Qi suddenly froze, a flash of inspiration entering his mind, a sudden burst of insight.

"General, is there some misunderstanding? Or perhaps you're just reminded of someone by this object?"

General Wang Yi raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, sighing with the old general's waning years.

"You're wonderful, even better than I imagined. May you become even better in the future."

As he spoke, he turned his back, wiped his eyes, got up, and went into the tent.

"The old general cried? Is Lord Wu'an really that charismatic? It's just a matter of similar pronunciation and surname; there's no need for that!"

Bai Qi devoured the lamb leg, finished his wine, put away the order letter beside him, and stood up, stunned.

Under the sunlight, a top-quality three-year-old steed with jet-black, glossy coat like silk and snow-white hooves snorted and tilted its head to quietly examine him.

Even if one is not an expert in judging horses, this age, this physique, this gaze... this isn't the old general's warhorse; this is a gift he prepared long ago.

"But why?!"

Bai Qi turned his head to look into the tent. In the darkness, the white-haired old general was probably also watching him quietly.

"Bai Qizi".

An old clerk interrupted him, handing him his travel bag, which was filled with water and food.

"You should get going!"

Bai Qi wanted to ask, but after just one glance, no sound came out of his throat.

The old clerk looked at him with kindness and gentleness, as if he were looking at his own son or nephew, his face full of satisfaction.

Bai Qi fled out of the camp gate on horseback, his heart filled with mixed emotions, unsure how to express them.

"Am I merely trying to comfort an old general who's reminiscing about the past? That shouldn't be wrong, should it?"

The old clerk watched the spirited young man ride swiftly out of the camp until his figure disappeared from sight.

He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, which were weathered by the sand, lifted the tent flap, and went inside.

"General, he has set off."

"Tell me," Wang Yi said in a hoarse voice, "was his trip to Xianyang right or wrong?"

"The roc flies away on the wind. We are old, we shouldn't stop it, and we can't stop it anyway."

"Yes, King Qin!"

Wang Yi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with the ruggedness of a seasoned veteran.

"Order Wang Wei and Meng Tian to rush to Xianyang overnight. If they delay even a little, I'll break their legs!"

"Okay. I'll go myself!"

The old clerk stood ramrod straight, riding his horse with a whip crack, as if he had regained his former spiritedness.

After receiving the order, Wang Wei blinked, a slight hesitation on his face. "What is Grandfather's view on the competition between His Majesty and Chancellor Lü...?"

The old clerk drew his sword, blade against his neck, and said, "You go yourself, or I'll force you to go!"

"You're so old, yet..."

The cold bronze blade advanced an inch further, and Wang Wei's expression suddenly changed. He shouted urgently, "Go! Go now!"

Meng Tian was not so straightforward. He looked down at the old clerk and said tactfully, "This matter needs to be reported to my grandfather first."

The old clerk remained unyielding, his face cold.

"The order has been given; you have to go, even if it kills you!"

Meng Tian was at his wit's end. He looked at Qin Jian on his neck, his eyelids blinking rapidly, and raised his hands high.

"I'll set off now, but I need to send a message to my grandfather. It's a long way to Xianyang, so I can wait while I walk."

The old clerk drew his sword and sheathed it, letting out a cold snort.

"The people of Qi are cowardly."

Meng Tian's expression suddenly changed. He steeled himself, his teeth grinding together, but he didn't utter a single word.

"I will accompany you to Xianyang!"

Meng Tian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded through gritted teeth.

"become!"

When the news reached Meng Ao's camp, he glanced at his son Meng Wu, then turned and left.

"This old man doesn't care about this, and he doesn't know anything about it. Do whatever you want with it."

Meng Wu, who pitied his eldest son, was dumbfounded.

"You don't care, you don't even care about your eldest grandson, so even if I wanted to, could I control him?"

The old clerk and Meng Tian rode swiftly to Xianyang, but ultimately received no response from the Meng family.

……

They rode swiftly to Xianyang.

Completely unaware of the dramatic changes happening outside, Bai Qi looked at the welcoming bonfires stretching for miles, his eyes moist and his expression complex.

"I am but a mere child, how could I possibly expect to be personally greeted by you three gentlemen for ten miles?"

Three elderly men with gray hair and hoarse voices, seeing his moist eyes and dry throat, patted his shoulders repeatedly and said, "Good, good...good young man!"

One person carried a wine jar, and the other held a plate and bowl. With a wave of their hand, they pushed a cup of clear Qin wine in front of them.

"A gift from an elder cannot be refused! Come, Bai family... fine young man, drink Qin wine!"

Bai Qi's shoulders slumped slightly, and he drank it all in one gulp, feeling frustrated. "Old man, can you speak now..."

"Hey~ Eh!"

An old man shouted, startling Bai Qi.

"Honored guests drink Qin wine, the more they drink, the longer their friendship lasts; young men light the bonfire, and young women begin their lively dance!"

"No, are you guys never going to stop?"