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After putting the cotton away in the empty box, Rong Xi spread out paper, took up his brush, and poured out his heart.

Several days later, at a border city on the Northern Frontier.

The Wei army won a great victory and returned in triumph. The Northern Rong Tribes temporarily retreated to the grasslands, not daring to invade again for the time being.

The officers and soldiers rejoiced in feasting and drinking, yet their commanding general was nowhere to be seen.

Inside the tent, Qin Ke sat before the desk and carefully unfolded the letter.

The pencil handwriting on the page was elegant and refined. They often said one's handwriting reflected one's character; that was indeed true.

He examined it again and again, then laughed aloud and murmured, "If white cotton can be used to ward off the cold, it will be a blessing for Great Wei's people and for the soldiers stationed at the frontier."

Once winter came to the Northern Frontier, wind and snow often filled the sky. Iron armor was freezing cold, and many soldiers suffered frostbite on their hands and feet. If there were something warm yet lightweight, they would no longer need to endure cold that seeped into their bones.

Excellent.

Having successfully driven back the Northern Barbarians, the Northern Frontier returned to peace.

Liang Siwen lifted the tent flap and entered. Seeing Qin Ke packing his belongings, he asked curiously, "Father, are you returning to the capital?"

In the past, Father would surely have stayed at the frontier for a while longer. Why was he in such a hurry now?

"Not to the capital. The Military Equipment Bureau's workshop is being built, and I bear the responsibility of its superintendent. I must return to Mengshan County." As Qin Ke finished speaking, a flicker of