A Marcha do General

The Liyang Dynasty.

Northern Liang, frontier territory, Shuma Camp.

Chen An stood anxiously inside the central military tent.

Outside the camp, soldiers stood ready for dawn; inside, the atmosphere was restless and uncertain.

A vast leather map on the wall depicted a tangled web of competing forces, each territory overlapping like jagged teeth.

At this moment, Chen An felt like an innocent little rabbit wandering into a den of wolves.

But it wasn’t entirely his fault.

After all, it was only today that he learned his biological father was Fan Jin, the Supreme Pillar of the State, Grand General of the Northern Expedition, and King of Northern Liang under the Liyang Dynasty.

The tent flap parted, and a limping elderly man entered.

“Sit down,” Fan Jin said.

Perhaps the sudden recognition of kin made them both somewhat uneasy.

Years ago, Fan Jin had been merely a scout captain. During a reconnaissance mission, he was injured and saved by Chen An’s mother. Over time, feelings blossomed, and she bore Chen An. However, they were separated by the chaos of war.

It was only by chance, just a day ago, that father and son found each other again.

Chen An took a deep breath.

Sometimes, transformation is sudden and unexpected.

“I’ve already told your mother to change her surname from Chen to Fan and enter the ancestral hall,” Fan Jin said. “After this battle, come home with me.”

No sooner had Fan Jin finished speaking than footsteps sounded outside.

A woman in a brocade gown, dignified