The discussion about the Personal Imperial Campaign had ended, and the moment Jiang Yingcheng heard the news, she "charged" over.
But as she approached the door, her eyes were red, and even her cheeks were faintly flushed from all her prolonged, choked sobbing.
She looked anything but imposing.
Now she did not dare go in.
Jiang Yingcheng slowly crouched down and hugged her knees, curling herself into a tiny ball. From a distance, she even looked rather pitiful.
At first, all she had thought was that she did not want her beautiful imperial father going somewhere so dangerous.
But once that initial terror and anger subsided, she gradually calmed down.
[Was Chengcheng being too selfish?] she asked System Bro very softly.
Grandpa Kan and the other generals could go somewhere that dangerous, and so could Great Rui's soldiers. Why did she think her beautiful imperial father could not?
Before System Bro could answer, she gave herself an answer: [So awful...]
It was not just because she did not want her imperial father taking risks, but also because...
[Imperial Father used to fight campaigns all over the place-]
He was so amazing. Even the information System Bro provided described him as the War God who led Great Rui toward glory, yet all she wanted was to keep him inside this tiny imperial palace.
The tears that had only just dried came surging back. Jiang Yingcheng gave a miserable little sniffle, feeling like crying again.
"No, no way!"
She abruptly stood up.
And made a decision: [Chengcheng wanted to go too!]
System Bro: [...]
There was actually a trace of strain in System Bro's emotionless electronic voice: [Calm down.]
Jiang Yingcheng could not calm down.
Jiang Yingcheng's conviction was unwavering.
Was it not just a battlefield?!
If so many people could go,