Chanyù, Why Is Your Face Red?

"Do not worry, Your Majesty!" Duobao Daoist forced back his laughter and answered with extraordinary alacrity. "Looking after Nezha is part of our duty! We accept this assignment!"

The two sides spoke in high spirits, and in just a few words, settled the matter of accompanying the army.

Duobao and the other two cupped their hands in farewell, thoroughly satisfied, and withdrew.

They had only just stepped over the threshold of the Nine-Room Hall when an imperial guard on duty outside the hall strode in, dropped to one knee, and reported:

"Reporting to Your Majesty! The Southern Border garrison commander, Old General Deng Jiugong, seeks an audience outside the hall!"

Inside the great hall.

"Let him in." Di Xin leaned back in his chair. Why had this father-in-law of his come running back again in the blink of an eye?

A moment later, Deng Jiugong strode into the hall, and without waiting for Di Xin to speak, he came straight to the point:

"Your Majesty, this old minister has returned because I wish to ask for a favor on behalf of my daughter, Chanyu."

"Oh?" Di Xin raised an eyebrow. "What happened to Chanyu?"

Deng Jiugong sighed and said rather helplessly:

"My daughter has practiced martial arts since childhood, and her temperament is somewhat strong-willed. The moment she heard Grand Tutor Wen was going west to suppress the rebellion, she absolutely refused to stay in Chaoge and wait for her marriage. She insists on leading troops and going to the battlefield with the army. This old minister truly could not twist her arm, so I could only come ask for Your Majesty's decree."

Hearing that the girl had volunteered for battle herself, the corner of Di Xin's mouth curved into a smile.

That did fit Deng Chanyu's fiery, unyielding nature.