"Feng Lan, Feng Xun doesn't know martial arts; you just have to capture him alive."
The Empress, fearing that Feng Lan would be too heavy-handed, hastily reminded him.
Doesn't know martial arts?
That silly woman Qing Feng, how on earth did she raise her son?
Feng Lan was fine not listening, but once he heard this, he was so angry that he almost lost his breath.
His Feng Royal Mansion has always been valiant and warlike, with each generation of Prince Feng being called the War God, and now he had a son who didn't know martial arts!
Then what could this youngster do?
Dissatisfied, Feng Lan glared at Feng Xun with almost a glare, a fierce one at that.
It appeared that this boy, he had nothing but a face presentable to the public.
Relying solely on a face, what is that? He's just a pretty boy!
That silly woman, Qing Feng, what on earth was she doing!
She couldn't even raise a son properly, and thinking of Qing Feng only added to Feng Lan's discomfort.
