Huining City was not small; from the Duke's command tent, circling along the city wall to the camp where Lin Shuo was stationed, it was a distance of several dozens of li, and that very night Qi Er rode his horse to see his father.
After galloping for more than an hour, he saw a stretch of tents in the distance, and Qi Er spurred his horse straight toward the largest one among them.
After exchanging the password with the patrolling soldiers, Qi Er entered the camp.
Standing outside Lin Shuo's tent, his footsteps suddenly faltered; father and son had not seen each other for many years, what if his father no longer recognized him.
Just then, Lin Shuo lifted the tent flap and walked out.
The tall young man outside the tent caught his eye.
The next instant, Lin Shuo strode forward and pulled Qi Er into a tight embrace.
"Son..."
This embrace was no longer as broad as it had been when he was a child, yet Qi Er's eyes filled with tears in an instant.
"Dad—"
