Qi Shiyu's obstinate nature took center stage as he childishly tossed the handkerchief at Qi Zhuyin. "You foolish woman! Bar—bargain with the Empress Dowager. At least have a noble title to your name before you g-go to war!"
Qi Zhuyin fell silent for a moment. She knew Qi Shiyu's heart was aching for her. She had served as the commander-in-chief of the military forces of Qidong's Five Commanderies for quite some years, but she still had no noble rank. If she were to get injured or disabled in the future, all Qudu needed was a transfer order on paper, and they would be able to remove her.
"At the very least, you'd have a reputation in life, and..." Qi Shiyu's voice started trembling, "status in death!"
Otherwise, a hundred years on, she, Qi Zhuyin, would just be "a woman of the Qi clan". No matter how illustrious her military achievements had been, she could never leave her rightful name and title behind.