On a beautiful summer night, the sky was clear and the stars sparkled like bright diamonds. Under the darkness of the evening with flickering silver night in the background, the two masters of Imperial Prince Xu’s Estate were enjoying the cooling breeze in the pavilion in the back garden.

Yu Xiaocao was reclined in a rocking chair with some smoldering mosquito repellant herbs at the side. Her chair swayed lightly back and forth. Her eyes were closed and it was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep. 

Next to her was Zhu Junyang, who was lightly fanning her and occasionally feeding her a sweet grape. When she finished eating the grape, he used his hand to take away the spitted out seeds and skin from her mouth. He looked so sweet and tender and didn’t even have a hint of the decisive and murderous aura of the head commander of the Xishan Barracks. 

“My Lord, do you think our second child, compared to our eldest and youngest, is a bit too...how do I say this? Alright, look at our eldest, Little Baozi. At such a young age, he has his own views and ideas. Although he hasn’t fully matured yet, at his preteen age, we can already see hints of his future intellect and schemes.” 

“Our third child, Little Guozi, is a young lass but she’s crazy for martial arts. Furthermore, she has the best talent for it out of all of our three children. Just how many older children in the academy have been beaten up by her in these past four years? I can’t...