The next morning, as the gentle warmth of the dawn faded, Li Qingjun woke and once again immersed herself in the aftermath of the campaign against the Western Wilderness. Destroying a nation was not just about capturing the royal city; there were countless tasks still ahead. She could not allow herself to dwell in a dreamy state for too long.
Qin Yi sat nearby, watching Li Qingjun in her military attire, commanding orders within the council hall while the generals departed to fulfill their missions. His mind felt somewhat disconnected. It used to be filled with carefree dreams, but now reality weighed heavily with the toll of war evident before him. Who could still wear the innocent smile of the past?
She was no longer the naive princess dreaming of immortality; she was the regent of Nanli, a figure of great power in the southern lands, conquering cities and obliterating nations—the slightest command could lead to a rain of heads. She had grown up.