The Son Was Raised for the Guan Family

Lan Tian poked his head out from the courtyard gate, only to see Lu Lingqi sitting with perfect posture before Little Lan Qing, her back turned to the entrance. She was actually supervising their precious daughter in holding a horse stance.

Lan Tian thought to himself, How long have I been gone? Are you women already making things difficult for one another?

Although Lan Yuan and Lan Ji had started training at the age of three, Lan Tian had explicitly stated that his daughter did not need to learn martial arts. Why had Lu Lingqi ignored his arrangements this time?

"Stance training isn't just about using your legs; the most important thing is to control your breathing evenly. Breath regulation is the foundation of martial arts," Lu Lingqi said sternly.

"Mother, Qing'er's legs are a bit sore. I can't hold it much longer," Little Lan Qing said, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lu Lingqi replied, "Your two older brothers began their footwork training at three. By your age, they could hold a stance for an hour. We started a bit late, so you must persevere. Tell yourself you can still stand."

"Oh," Little Lan Qing nodded, her eyes blinking involuntarily.

Lan Tian didn't know how long his daughter had been standing, but this tenacity was exactly like Lu Lingqi's. He could be ruthless with his two sons, but he couldn't bear to see his daughter suffer. He stepped to the left and appeared within the door frame.

Little Lan Qing clearly saw him, but she set her posture even more standardly, straightening her small back as if she were being inspected by her father.

"That's more like it," Lu Lingqi nodded with satisfaction.

Lan Tian felt his eyes sting. He squatted down and clapped his hands to signal her,