In the real world, it was already nine at night.
In an elegant room, a richly dressed beautiful woman placed several books on the desk. A gentle, loving smile appeared on her face as she said to a twelve-year-old boy, "Shaohui! These are books on governing a nation, as well as some military texts. Study them carefully and research them well—they will be of great help to you in the future. As an emperor, you must not only handle internal affairs well, but also show accomplishment in military strategy. Only then can you achieve something in the future."
The twelve-year-old boy was named Chai Shaohui, the heir of the Zhou Kingdom. Compared to other boys, he was already rather mature, with a resolute temperament.
"Understood, Mother!"
Chai Shaohui answered, then lowered his head and continued reading earnestly. Ever since receiving the inheritance, he had understood the burden upon his shoulders, as well as the enormous enemy that was the Song Dynasty. He could only keep working hard if he wanted to revive the Zhou Kingdom in the future.
Yet no matter how earnestly Chai Shaohui worked, quite a few people still refused to accept him. First, he was simply too young. At such an age, who would be willing to follow him? Chai Shaohui did not yet possess the ability to convince others.
Second, the power of his branch had always been rather weak. Though his branch was part of the direct lineage, Chai Shaohui's father had died early, and the others were of little use. Thus, Chai Shaohui's branch had naturally declined.
The other branches were far stronger than Chai Shaohui's. Naturally, they were highly displeased that Chai Shaohui had received the inheritance and become the ruler of the Zhou Kingdom, so a struggle for power arose.
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