"This is true nobility! Not wealth or status, but responsibility, courage, and sacrifice! Miss Lu's younger brother truly honored the Lu family's name!"
Bai Bing drew a deep breath, her beautiful eyes shining, her voice filled with profound reverence.
Tears streamed down Li Bowen's aged face. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, his voice hoarse.
"Back then, I only heard tales of the Sihang Warehouse defenders' bravery. I never imagined... that Young Master Lu was among them! If Miss Lu knew how bravely and valiantly her brother fought, I wonder whether she would feel heartbreak or pride..."
Bai Zhengling's voice trembled with emotion. "Pride! It must be pride! Miss Lu sacrificed her family's fortune to support the front lines in our nation's hour of need! Young Master Lu gave his life for righteousness, fighting a bloody battle in an isolated stronghold!"
"They are the backbone of our Dragon Kingdom, the heroic souls of our nation!"
"By comparison, we fought tooth and nail over a little property, even betraying our promises. How utterly shameful!"
Their discussions were filled with boundless emotion and admiration.
Through this final letter home, Lu Zhenhua's image became immeasurably greater and clearer.
He was no longer some vaguely remembered, missing young master from a wealthy family.
He was a flesh-and-blood hero, loyal and compassionate, who stepped forward when his nation was in peril, willing to shed his blood!
Yue Xiaofei's hand trembled slightly around the letter, his blood seeming to boil.
It was a resonance born of shared blood, the iron resolve and integrity inherited from his grandmother's family!
He could almost see the great-uncle he had never met, standing in a smoke-filled warehouse in an ill-fitting military uniform, his face smeared with ash...
Yet his gaze was unwavering as he wrote this letter.
"Young master,