Under the canopy of the heavens, the earth lay scarred and broken. Rubble littered the ground, smoke from burning fires filled the air, tattered flags fluttered listlessly in the breeze, and blood stained the soil crimson.,The calming tea worked well. Just a whiff of it and my mind felt at ease. I propped up my head with one hand and lazily held a teapot, pouring myself some tea, all in a languid manner.,Three years ago, the former Marquis Dingbei fell ill and passed away. Xiao Jun was still too young to have even come of age, and everyone assumed that the title would go to his uncle. However, he single-handedly fought his way into the enemy camp and beheaded their general, returning with a resounding victory. The Emperor Chu was overjoyed and issued an unprecedented decree, allowing him to inherit the Marquis title, making him the youngest Marquis since the founding of the country, a well-deserved honor.。