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Lunch was sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed sea bass, made by Zhou Dahai.

When Miao Miao finished eating her third piece of pork rib, she finally swallowed everything in her mouth, tilted her head, and asked, "Brother, are you really going out this afternoon?"

"Okay, I need to take care of something."

"Then tonight—"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely be back," Li Yichen replied quickly.

Miao Miao was dissatisfied. She stuck her chopsticks into the bowl and kicked the stool legs a couple of times with her short legs. "You always say that! Last time you said you'd be back soon, but a month has passed!"

"This time is different."

"You said it was different last time too!"

Li Yichen was rendered speechless.

Li Niannian, sitting next to her, was eating her rice with her head down, her shoulders shaking as she clearly tried to suppress a laugh.

In the end, a pinky promise solved the problem. Miao Miao used all her strength to hook her little finger around his, and after three swings up and down, she finally managed to let go.

After lunch, Miao Miao was coaxed by Li Niannian to take a nap.

Li Yichen went upstairs and changed into a dark gray casual suit, shaving his beard clean in front of the mirror. His face in the mirror was much thinner than it had been a month ago, but he looked alright.

Looking up, I watched the U8's engine start and glide out of the villa area gate.

-

Forty minutes later, at the main gate of the Shanghai Military Region.

As soon as the car came to a stop, a smiling face appeared outside the passenger window.

Gu Shounian.

He wasn't wearing his regular uniform, but a crisp, dark green military uniform, the stars on his shoulders gleaming. Li Yichen opened the door and got out of the car; Gu Shounian had already extended his hand.

"Brother Li, you're here."

The handshake was two degrees firmer than usual.

Li Yichen took the opportunity to probe: "Brother Gu, what exactly happened today? Brother Liu sounded like he was doing something wrong on the phone, and I've been wondering about it all morning."

Gu Shounian released his grip, lowered his voice, and his expression—well, how should I put it—was like that of a child who had hidden his New Year's money but wouldn't tell you where he hid it.

"Don't guess, you'll never guess. You'll probably be stunned for a moment after you go in."

"What kind of situation haven't I seen?"

Gu Shounian glanced at him sideways, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

"Then try to be steady later. Just don't drop your jaw."

After saying that, he turned and left, walking a beat faster than usual.

Li Yichen followed, his curiosity escalating.

The two walked deeper into the military region along the main road.

Something's not right on the road.

The normally open access routes were all closed. Armed guards stood at the intersections, only allowing passage after seeing Gu Shounian's identification. The further in you went, the higher the security density became.

When Li Yichen arrived at the outer perimeter of the auditorium, he was absolutely certain that the arrangements for today's event were not right.

Six officers wearing the rank of colonel stood on either side of the main entrance to the auditorium. They weren't on guard duty; they were on stand guard.

This configuration is something you rarely see.

Gu Shounian stopped at the door and turned to the side, making a "please" gesture.

Li Yichen took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

-

The auditorium was quieter than he had imagined.

There was no commotion, no noise. Dozens of chairs were arranged in an arc, but fewer than twenty people were seated. Every single one of them was dressed in a crisp military uniform.

The first thing that catches the eye is Xiao Jingshan.

The old general stood in the center of the front row. His back was as straight as a javelin, his complexion was ruddy, and his eyes were bright. He was a completely different person from the pale and weak figure he had been in the ICU a month ago.

When Xiao Jingshan saw him, a smile spread across his face, and he raised his hand to wave from afar.

"Yichen, come here."

Li Yichen walked over and took that hand. His palm was warm and firm.

It was impossible to connect that withered, brittle hand with the same hand that was in the medical ward a month ago, a hand that looked like a dry twig.

"Commander Xiao, you've recovered remarkably well."

"I didn't recover so well entirely because of you, kid." Xiao Jingshan patted the back of his hand. "Come on, let me introduce you."

Liu Guoliang stood to the side, hands behind his back, his face showing a smug expression. Extremely smug. The kind of smugness that comes from "I've been holding this in all day, and now I'm finally going to reveal the truth."

Cheng Zhiyuan was also there. He had a buzz cut with graying hair and a sturdy back. I nodded to him as a greeting.

Li Yichen shook hands and greeted them one by one. Before he could finish the pleasantries, he caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Front row, right side.

An elderly man in his sixties stood out conspicuously with the gold stars on his military uniform. His face was composed, his brows were high, and when his gaze swept over us, it carried an imposing weight.

very familiar.

Where have I seen this before?

Li Yichen's mind raced twice—the television. The evening news. The person sitting in the very center of the footage of major military events each year.

My heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Jingshan had already walked to the old man's side. He turned back to look at him, his smile now carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Yichen, this is General He Zhenchuan."

There was a pause.

"The head of the Great Xia Military Region and the top leader of the five theater commands."

The air seemed to have had its density adjusted.

In a very short time, Li Yichen switched from "shock" to "composure." His back involuntarily straightened a little.

"Hello, Chief He."

He Zhenchuan sized him up for two seconds.

Then he smiled. It was the kind of smile an elder gives to a younger person—gentle, but with a heavy weight beneath.

He offered his hand.

"Young friend Li, I have long admired your name."

His palms were dry and firm, and the handshake lasted three seconds longer than a polite greeting.

"I've always heard Lao Xiao and the others mention you, but today I finally get to see you in person." He Zhenchuan withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping from Li Yichen's face to his feet before returning. "Twenty-five years old. You've done so many things that have benefited Great Xia. Remarkable."

The last three words were pronounced very firmly.

Li Yichen's mind raced in those few seconds—the top commanders of the five major war zones had personally come to the Shanghai Military Region to see him. This was no ordinary meeting or pleasantries.

"You flatter me, Chief He." His voice was steady. "I only did what I could, nothing remarkable at all."

Liu Guoliang chuckled beside him.

"Stop pretending, kid. Any one of your 'within reach' skills is more than a decade ahead of the rest of the world. There are some things I don't even dare to think about to see exactly how much ahead you are."

Gu Shounian slipped in through the door and interjected, "Brother Li, don't think you can get away with this today. Everyone in here is here to back you up."

Li Yichen scanned the area.

The huge auditorium was empty of external media, cameras, and ordinary soldiers. Those present were the very core of the core – high-ranking officers from the Shanghai Military Region, plus a few representatives from even higher levels.

His gaze finally settled on the center of the auditorium.

A long table.

It was covered with red velvet.

Three things were laid out on the cloth: a dark military uniform gift box, a medal box, and a dark red certificate.

At this moment, Li Yichen's heart raced; he had a vague idea of ​​what it was.