"Gentlemen."
"There is always a heaven beyond heaven, and always someone greater than oneself."
"Every generation brings forth its own outstanding heroes."
"I hope you will stop dwelling on the past."
Fu Youde spoke quietly, his words carrying earnest weight as a warning.
As a Duke of the realm, how could he fail to see how highly the current Emperor regarded Zhu Ying?
Although Zhu Ying had only begun to distinguish himself in the army, he had already earned the current Emperor's trust and been granted a title at barely twenty.
This made one thing clear—and represented the will of Yingtian: to foster a new generation of rising generals.
As one of the Huai Xi generals, Fu Youde naturally felt an unspoken sense of urgency.
Though after Hu Weiyong's death, the Huai Xi Aristocracy no longer held such immense influence in court and the military, their strength in the army remained considerable. Hu Weiyong's death had been a warning to frighten the monkey by striking the mountain.
The next day!
Zhu Ying woke in his tent.
That night.
Zhu Ying had not cultivated. Instead, he had slept deeply, getting a proper night's rest.
He had been tense for too long in the foreign lands of the Northern Frontier, unable to sleep soundly.
Now that he had finally returned, Zhu Ying naturally relaxed.
It was not only Zhu Ying.
The officers and soldiers under his command were the same, all having slept well.
"Whew."
"It's been so long since I slept this well."
Zhu Ying woke with a satisfied look on his face.
He then rose, donned his uniform and armor, fastened on his saber, and walked out of the tent.
"Garrison Commander."
The moment Zhu Ying emerged, Liu Lei and the personal guards saluted him.
"Didn't I tell you to