After that, she looked at Zhang Yu with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Your excuse is indeed grandiose, but I doubt you are really worried about me, instead, you just don’t want to leave Purple Chervil, do you?" Zhang Yu looked embarrassed for a moment, then hesitantly said, "You know, we all miss the General dearly." Yun Ge’s eyes showed a hint of helplessness, "While nobody knows the news about Purple Chervil, let me monopolize her for a while; otherwise, in the future, even if I want to, I won’t be able to." "Since her departure from the capital, the people in the palace have seen me as a great enemy, yet they dare not move against me openly; time and again, they’ve sent assassins to poison and kill, all to force Purple Chervil out, to verify whether she is still alive." "However, there are also many in the capital who don’t know the truth, believing that the ’Ghost Warriors,’ who were branded ’rebels’ and then faked their deaths to escape, follow my lead, assuming I’ve replaced Purple Chervil as the spiritual leader of the Eighty Thousand Souls. They think that by eliminating me, they can leave the group leaderless. But that’s not the case!" Yun Ge’s chest swelled with fervor. "Purple Chervil, she is truly irreplaceable; no one, not even I, can take her place." "And my heart is one with yours. If she is alive, if she desires to wage war across the lands, we are weapons in her hands. But if she... has descended to the yellow springs, we too vow to follow her in death!" Zhang Yu opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words. The Eighty Thousand "Ghosts" had been following the General since their humble beginnings. Even though the General had later been promoted to Marshal, in their eyes, she was always their General, not the grand arm of the state that is the Marshal! Zhang Yu recalled an incident from the past; during the critical wartime at the border, the native land had 280,000 soldiers captured by the enemy nation, Dajin. Dajin issued a demand: if Dayuan wanted to retrieve these 280,000 prisoners of war, they needed to show sincerity and cede cities. But the Imperial Court of that time did nothing, unwilling to surrender territory, thus abandoning them, allowing them to become expendables. After their capture, the enemy troops trampled, toyed with, insulted, and scorned them, enduring over two years, more than 600 days of a hellish existence akin to Human Hell, suffering inhuman torment, breaking their iron resolve which once fiercely defended their homeland. Of these 280,000, many were killed or took their own lives, leaving only 20,000 out of the initial 80,000. Later, a young girl, only fifteen and newly eligible to be promoted, was exceptionally elevated to the position of Military General. This was largely due to the behind-the-scenes efforts of the Ninth Princess, for whom the young girl had worked in the Secret Department before coming of age, making a name for herself by taking on unsightly tasks for the Ninth Princess — becoming the sharpest blade in her hands and striking fear into the hearts of those in the capital, earning even the Empress’ admiration. When the young girl was elevated to Military General, it certainly drew numerous doubts, but she alone forcefully turned the tide with a brilliant counterstrike, single-handedly breaking through Dajin’s border defense to rescue 200,000 prisoners of war, thus establishing her reputation as the War God. But for those 200,000 prisoners of war back then, who were facing a dire fate at the hands of Dajin, about to be slaughtered in utter despair, she appeared as a savior, bringing them a spark of life. Back on their native soil, they swore an oath of fealty unto death! They pledged their loyalty not to the country, but to this young girl alone! For without her, they would have been slaughtered by Dajin, their deaths utterly meaningless. As for the once cold and ruthless Imperial Court that had abandoned them, caring nothing for their lives or deaths, they no longer trusted that nation.