Mu Liancheng felt tense under her gaze and said hoarsely, "Anuan, I must go fight the Dazi."
"Is it the Dazi? Or the title?" A shadow passed through Jiang Yunuan's eyes. "I don't care if I'm the Marchioness."
"I care." Mu Liancheng interrupted Jiang Yunuan, cupping her cheeks, and said, "I care. I want to give you the best.
Anuan, to inherit the title, there must be sacrifices.
Like father, all the brothers died in battle, and what came of it? The position of Princely Heir is still Ah Shao's. Father has nothing.
I can only have a chance at the title by going to the battlefield."
Jiang Yunuan raised her hand to grasp Mu Liancheng's wrist, her voice trembling, "What about Third Uncle?
The Northern Border is dangerous, battles are constant, and Third Uncle could be in danger, but he went to Lindong.
I don't know warfare, but I do know that nothing happens in Lindong all year round; he won't even fall down, let alone get injured.
