The seventeenth year of Jiawen.
A heavy snow fell on Yushan City, and the floor heating in the Warm Pavilion was scorching hot.
The eight-year-old child lay on the purple sandalwood desk, watching his father use a vermilion brush to write the words 'Loyalty to the Emperor and Serve the Country' on red plum paper.
The ink of the couplet, not yet dry, glimmered with fine golden light under the heat of the charcoal.
"Father, when I grow up, I want to be like you, go to the battlefield, and serve the country loyally!"
The little boy looked up and said seriously to his father.
"Hahaha, well said, you are indeed a son of the Qi family!"
The father's hearty laughter rang out in the study, and the gold-plated waist card representing a level 15 military officer collided with a crisp sound.
The incident began at the second watch of the night.
