Unable to Cultivate

Hard to Handle

His faked death had to be kept secret from the State Preceptor. If Big Ice Block were told, then as the State Preceptor's disciple—more a daughter than a daughter—she would inevitably be caught in the middle.

Xu Yinhe watched the complex emotions rise across his third son's face and said gently, "Of all things in this world, only love is the hardest to control. I hope you can handle these matters well."

Xu Yuan slowly raised his eyes at that and smiled faintly.

"Don't worry, Father. I know where to draw the line."

Xu Yinhe stared into Xu Yuan's eyes. The depths of his gaze seemed capable of seeing through the human heart, and his voice was low and quiet.

"Perhaps.

"If possible, when it comes to women, I would rather you be as you were back then."

With that, Xu Yinhe turned and slowly walked out through the courtyard gate.

Watching his old man's back vanish around the corner, Xu Yuan remained seated in the waterside pavilion for a while longer before suddenly shaking his head with a soft laugh.

This old man really said anything, didn't he? Treat women the same way as back then?

To put it bluntly, play with them and toss them aside.

What kind of father encouraged his own son to be a scumbag?

As the thought crossed his mind, Xu Yuan looked toward the direction his father had left for several breaths. The smile on his lips gradually turned into a quiet sigh.

His old man's meaning was simple: you could be promiscuous, even spend every night in revelry and never be happy without women, but you absolutely could not be too devoted to one.

For someone at the center of imperial power, being too devoted was actually a great