Perhaps it was Consort Rong's extraordinary effort today that moved the Emperor's heart, "Alright, if he wants to go, let him go. But after all, it is the battlefield, where swords and blades show no mercy. Winning merits is not that easy."
Consort Rong was overjoyed, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"
With her brother going there, merit was assured; it was just a matter of how much. If luck favored him, perhaps he'd even be granted a title, which would be marvelous.
The next day, Rong Ding packed his belongings, took the Ministry of Personnel's document, and departed with his guard.
After half a month of travel, he reached the front line to meet the Duke.
The Duke glanced at the document from the Ministry of Personnel, aware that Rong Ding squeezing in at this time could only be the Emperor's will.
The Emperor was willing to give him some merit as a stepping stone for promotion.
