An Zhichen smiled slightly; he had already reached adulthood, and his appearance had set, surely it wouldn't change much. After five years without seeing each other, at most he would appear more mature: "Zichang, there's a vacancy in the Northwest, and the Marquis thinks the position suits me well."
Yueyao immediately understood that this meant an external appointment. The environment in the Northwest was rather harsh, but Yueyao found the notion of a two-grade promotion somewhat unreliable: "Could there be something going on?"
An Zhichen thought Yueyao would say something against it, but unexpectedly, her thoughts were not aligned with his worries and he said, "Don't worry, I am capable of handling it." In the military camp, soldiers revered the strong; he had enough confidence to control his subordinates, so a two-grade promotion posed no burden to him.
