There was a saying: a heroic father often raised a cowardly son. When the forebears were outstanding, the descendants were often overshadowed, finding it difficult to achieve anything great.
Take Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin. His name was etched into history, and all lands came to pay tribute to him; there was no need to question his ability or capability. Yet there were very few truly outstanding sons among his heirs.
Third Prince Li Ke was valiant and decisive, with the bearing of an enlightened ruler. Yet because he carried the royal bloodlines of two dynasties, he was instead excluded from the line of succession, and his end was incomparably tragic.
The throne left behind by such a great man was ultimately snatched up by Li Zhi. His abilities were ordinary, his standards lacking, and he had nearly let Empress Wu Zetian bury the Tang Dynasty with her own hands. It could only be said that there were no worthy successors.
The Fifth Family had not yet reached the point of mountains and rivers exhausted, but the inadequacy of its younger generation had already become apparent. If things continued like this for many years to come, the Lineage's prospects would be worrying.
Fifth Zhongqi thought that it was time to temper this lot. After all, he could not hold power forever.
With his approval, the people in the inner hall finally realized that Fifth Zhongqi was serious this time, and they voiced every good idea they had.
People often liked to show themselves off and be recognized by others. There had been no chance in the past, but now that an opportunity had appeared, naturally none of them would let it slip away.
One spoke after another. Those with matching opinions exchanged glances, grew closer, and nodded in greeting;