Lin Xia watched his son walk up to the tester.
Based on Lin Fan's performance over the years, Lin Xia had long concluded that Lin Fan could never pass the test. He had never shown even the slightest interest in martial arts.
The legacy of the One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder Prince was likely about to end.
Hu Zheng noticed Lin Xia's mood and deliberately rubbed salt into the wound. "Your Highness need not worry. I see remarkable spirit in your son; he is surely outstanding among men. And since he bears the Lin surname, this mere test certainly cannot stump him."
Kong Fang added another jab. "The One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder Prince helped His Majesty ascend the throne through martial prowess. I see much of his ancestor's bearing in Lin Fan. I also heard that he intends to take both the warrior and Mind Power Master tests. He is certain to amaze everyone."
The people around them understood what the ministers and generals meant and immediately joined in. In no time, they praised Lin Fan as though there had never been another like him in heaven or on earth, all to raise him as high as possible.
That way, when he fell, they could stomp the One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder Prince's Residence's dignity straight into the mud and use everyone's disappointment to condemn it as worthless.
Perhaps they could even use this opportunity to bring down the One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder Prince.
Lin Xia's mood sank further. How could he fail to see their malicious intentions?
Once he lost the title of One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder Prince, there would surely be no shortage of people kicking him while he was down. Perhaps his family would decline from this day forward.
But his son was simply like this. What could he do?
At this point, Lin Xia only hoped his son