"Rui'er's studies still cannot be neglected. I recall that his teacher is merely a provincial graduate? Rui'er is getting older; it is time to hire a renowned teacher."
After the Marquis of Huifeng spoke unhurriedly, he saw his beloved concubine's eyes light up.
"Master, you must keep your word! If you deceive me, I will not let it go!" Pressing the softness of her chest against the Marquis of Huifeng's arm, the beautiful woman spoke in a tender, coquettish voice.
The Marquis of Huifeng was clearly very susceptible to this. In the past, he had always brushed her off. He had been quite satisfied with his legitimate eldest son; with such an outstanding legitimate eldest son before him, whether a concubine-born son was exceptional did not matter much to the Marquis of Huifeng. At most, if the boy truly had talent, he would not suppress him, but would cultivate him into his legitimate eldest son's right-hand man.
But now, a healthy concubine-born son who was no longer young was extremely important to him.
Ah! The Marquis of Huifeng sighed inwardly again. Of all places for Zhen'er to be injured, why did it have to be his leg? And with lasting repercussions?
There had been a prince in the previous dynasty who had originally had a chance to become Crown Prince and emperor, but while hunting, a monkey scratched his face and left scars. As a result, he lost his position as Crown Prince, ruining his entire life.
If Zhen'er truly became lame, how could he inherit the Marquisate of Huifeng?
In popular novels, nobles often took the lead in battle, but in reality, let alone going to the front lines, even when hunting they were now protected by household soldiers, lest they mar their faces or fall and become lame.