"It seems,"
Yu Wenye's gaze flickered like the unfrozen surface of a winter lake, disturbed by something and struggling to ripple with thousands of waves, emitting a cold gleam. Faced with such a cold light, Yu Wenqian's gaze also began to flicker.
Yu Wenye then spoke in a deep voice, "Just like how all these years, the Imperial Brother has mistakenly worn a monk's robe as a battle robe."
"..."
Yu Wenqian's expression tightened.
After a moment of silence, he smiled slightly and said, "Perhaps."
"..."
"But, regardless of whether it's a monk's robe or a battle robe, once the battle robe is donned and the soldiers are on the battlefield, I will give it my all."
"..."
"I hope the Second Brother will do the same. Because this battle also concerns the safety of the Third Brother, I implore you to bring him back safely."
Yu Wenye replied, "Of course."
