No matter how Lan Yingwu tried to reason with emotion and logic, Little Jiu Nian insisted on staying in the training arena, kicking up a fuss, determined to learn martial arts.
In the end, the little guy simply resorted to his trump card, wailing while squeezing out a few golden tears to enhance his intimidation.
He was already three years old, and during his classes at the Imperial College, he had heard the Imperial Tutors mentioning that the borders had been unstable in recent years, with the neighboring Beiqing Nation always eyeing Daxia greedily.
His grandfather was Daxia's first Marquis, his godfather was a renowned fierce general on the battlefield, and then there was Granny Ye who visited their home regularly; each one excelled in martial arts.
Yet Little Jiu Nian, from birth, had been ordered by Marquis Lan that upon growing up, he could only study literature, not martial arts. No matter how Lady Lan and Lan Cai'er pleaded, the Old Marquis remained unmoved.
