Marquis Yangling Mansion's main courtyard study.
Old Master Cui accidentally knocked over the teacup with an unsteady hand.
He was clearly in a panic, but as the head of the family, he could only feign composure.
Dowager Cui, covering her mouth, wept, "In the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes; who knows how the father and son are faring."
"Crying for what? The sons of the Cui family will surely return unscathed."
Dowager Cui rebuked, "Easy for you to say! It's always so easy for you to say!"
"Three years ago, Cui Yang was seriously injured, barely making it through. Do you know how many scars your son has on his body over these years? He's not a god!"
"And what about Bai? He's only just started his own family!"
She was uncontrollably agitated: "Clearly, having one general in our Cui family who doesn't fear death is enough!"
