"The reason we go to war is not for the brief thrill of slaughter; this is what Grandfather has always taught us... never to forget!" Bai Qingjue placed his large hand on Bai Jinzhi's head. "The day we no longer have wars to fight is the day the world is truly at peace, and that is what we should most hope for."
The sea breeze tousled Bai Jinzhi's hair. She looked up at her brother and, after a moment, glanced at her eldest sister standing with her hands behind her at the bow of the ship. She nodded, "Seventh Brother, I understand, rest assured."
If there was no war, King Hancheng wouldn't have died, and Eldest Sister's heart wouldn't be... for King Hancheng gave her absolute loyalty, yet the trust she gave was mixed with calculated intentions, causing her guilt.
This time... escorting back the remains of King Hancheng, Eldest Sister personally led people to help him into his armor, placed him in a coffin, and arranged for him to be on the same warship that she was on.
