Liu Ruyan leaned close to the Old Ancestor's ear. "Old Ancestor, let's not waste words with them. We charge in, rescue Lu Chengwen, and leave."
The Old Ancestor shot her a look. "You are the Tianwu Saintess. Everything you do must be for Tianwu's sake."
"I am thinking of Tianwu."
Liu Ruyan said, "Lu Chengwen brings prosperity to Tianwu. As long as he's here, our Tianwu will surely enjoy thriving martial fortune, money rolling in, and a flourishing population."
The Old Ancestor was about to die of anger.
Ever since this wretched girl had returned to Tianwu, she had been beside herself—one moment giggling foolishly, the next staring at the window and sighing, her eyes practically brimming with water.
She was clearly lovesick!
The Old Ancestor scolded, "No nonsense! I think you've lost all sense from missing Lu Chengwen. If we start a war here, Tianwu is bound to lose soldiers and generals. I taught you this: true battles often aren't fought on the battlefield. Have you forgotten all of it?"
Liu Ruyan said, "I haven't forgotten. I really am thinking of Tianwu."
"Utter nonsense."
"Old Ancestor."
Liu Ruyan crouched down and acted spoiled. "I can't live without Young Master—no, our Tianwu can't live without Lu Chengwen!"
The Old Ancestor was nearly driven mad. "Get out of my sight! Go, go, go. Stop being an eyesore here."
Liu Ruyan pouted. "Let's just fight them once. I'll go rescue Lu Chengwen myself. Once I drag him out, we'll run. Then we can go back and have children—no... go back and... do business."
Liu Rufeng scolded, "Ruyan! Listen to the nonsense you're spouting!"
Liu Ruyan was close to tears. "But I didn't expect the battlefield to be this brutal. My husband is inside! He and I have a marriage agreement. If the