Ye Residence.
Ye Qingyi was anxious upon hearing that her father and brother had gone to war today; she even burnt her hand while trying to calm herself by making pastries.
Seeing her so restless, the maid Biye asked curiously, "Miss, what is wrong with you today? Master and young master have gone to war before; over the years, our Ruo Shui Guard has seen many battles, big and small. Haven't you always prepared pastries and waited for Master and young master to return?"
These were plum blossom fragrant cakes, which Ye Qingyi had made countless times and had mastered.
Why did she suddenly hurt her hand?
Ye Qingyi looked at her medicated hand, biting her tender lips slightly, her eyes full of increasing anxiety, "I worry about my father and brother, and even more about the emperor…"
What if he got injured or something happened on the battlefield?
He is the ruler of a country, after all!
Being so honored, why must he personally go to such a perilous battlefield?
