Qin Residence.
Outside Qin Shouchang's study.
Qin Wanyue wore a purple dress, and her breathtakingly beautiful face was clouded with distraction.
Somewhat absent-minded, she knocked on the door.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Her fair, jade-like fingers lightly rapped on the study door three times.
"Who is it?"
Qin Shouchang's voice came from within the study.
Qin Wanyue's eyes flickered twice. She pressed her lips together and said:
"Father, it's me."
Upon hearing his eldest daughter's voice, a rustling commotion came from the study, then all fell quiet again.
Before long, Qin Shouchang personally opened the door. Once he saw Qin Wanyue's face through the crack, his brows gently furrowed.
"What do you seek your father for?"
"I heard that Father is to march south with the army. Your daughter feels deeply uneasy and wished to speak with Father."
As Qin Wanyue spoke, the worry on her face was plain for all to see.
That tranquil face of hers carried a fragility painful to behold.
"Come in."
Qin Shouchang merely sighed softly. After nodding, he walked into the room.
Qin Wanyue followed Qin Shouchang into the study.
She sat down gently, no longer able to suppress the vulnerability and worry in her heart.
"Father, this expedition has come far too suddenly. Your daughter has no great ambitions; all I ask is for Father to remain safe and sound."
"Now that we have entered the capital, our days have been peaceful enough. Why must you suddenly march with the army...?"
Her words came out somewhat disjointed.
Yet the deep concern in them could not help but tug at one's heart.
Qin Shouchang's grave expression softened somewhat at her words. His gaze fell upon Qin Wanyue's face, and his voice carried a trace of gratification.
"This expedition can hardly be called a great war.