He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand for an hour.
If not for the precious medicinal wine at the Prince Manor, his two calves would probably hurt for several days.
As time went on, he no longer felt the hardship, effortlessly completing the hour of horse stance.
Rong Da was pleased with his progress on one hand, but also sighed internally.
The dignified Young Prince, unexpectedly has to train so hard in martial arts, it's hard to believe when said out loud.
And when he was three, he should have been sniffing and running behind a group of little brats.
Indeed, the more distinguished the family of the child, the less childhood there seems to be.
They often sacrifice their childhood, willingly or not, due to the heavy responsibilities on their shoulders, striving diligently.
But then he thought, if the Prince saw the Young Prince working so hard, would he be willing to rise up sooner?
Time always slips away unknowingly.
