Wang Chong smilingly commended Li Zhongshan and immediately promoted him to squad leader.
Li Zhongshan did not yet know that there were only two ranks under Wang Chong. Thinking he was about to soar, he stood to one side, brimming with delight.
Wang Chong did not question the old family servant. Instead, he summoned the dozen or so Ling Prefecture soldiers and asked, "Feng Pofeng is getting on in years. Why does he have only this one son?"
One Ling Prefecture soldier had seen Wang Chong on the battlefield and knew that he stood before the Prince of Yan. Beside himself with excitement, he hastily clasped his hands and answered, "The Feng family has always had only one male heir in each generation. The old commander Feng Bo'e also had only one son, Feng Pofeng, and he was born late in his life. Feng Pofeng has many daughters, but he only had this son when he reached fifty, and treasures him dearly. Hearing that Your Highness had taken the surrounding prefectural cities, and with General Lü Feng still not returning after so long, he feared the young master might come to harm amid the warring armies. So he had us take the young master to seek refuge with the Turks on the Great Grassland."
Wang Chong laughed heartily and said, "I'm old friends with Qian Luoyi, the finest fighter of the Turks' younger generation, and the young prince Fu Qian. Even if you went, you'd only be sent back. Why go to all that trouble?"
Wang Chong then summoned the woman. Seeing that she did indeed possess some beauty and was alluring and captivating, he could only lament that he had Cao the scoundrel's heart but not Cao the scoundrel's years. At this, he said, "Madam Feng, there's no need