"Your Highness."
The Lu clan dipped into a slight curtsy, concern written across her face as she said gently, "The training in the Marquis of Yongchang's army is far too intense. Yunteng has always been frail—how could he possibly endure such harsh training?"
"Besides, Tutor Liu also mentioned that Yunteng has yet to pass several subjects. He needs to focus on his studies and make up for his shortcomings."
"More importantly, Yunteng is His Highness the Crown Prince's legitimate son, of the most noble status. How could he go to the army to wield blades and spears, involving himself in such coarse military affairs?"
"Even if he is to learn martial arts, it should be according to imperial custom, with the Eastern Palace carefully finding a fine teacher to instruct him."
As the Lu clan spoke, her tone made it seem as though every word was spoken for Zhu Yunteng's sake.
When Zhu Yunteng first heard Lan Yu mention going to the army for experience, a ripple had stirred in his heart. If he could use this opportunity to escape the many constraints of the Eastern Palace, it would undoubtedly be a great blessing.
However, the Lu clan's following words were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the flame of hope in his heart.
He knew all too well how much his father favored the Lu clan. As long as she spoke, his father would surely comply.
After all, the Lu clan had indeed managed the Eastern Palace without any apparent fault, and everything she did suited Zhu Biao's wishes.
Perhaps, in Zhu Biao's heart, his own son did not even rank as highly as this concubine, the Lu clan.
Sure enough!
After hearing the Lu clan's words, Zhu Biao immediately made his decision.
"Uncle, there is no