"My son, Huang Shu, have you give proper consideration about it?" Imperial Concubine Ai talked to her son, Huang Shu, or with his imperial title, the Seventh Prince.
The handsome, eighteen years old, Seventh Prince. Adored for his handsomeness and track record as he was good in everything.
"Yes, Mother. I've been thinking about it, and I don't think I'm fit to be a scholar," Huang Shu said. He knew that his mother wanted him to be a scholar instead because he had a better chance of being selected as a minister or adviser, knowing that Crown Prince's position was unshakeable to be the next Emperor.
Huang Shu was a warrior, and he showed it ever since he was young. He was an amazing fighter, but he wasn't that good in military strategy.
What helped him was that… he was an all-rounder instead. Huang Shu had no weakness in the academy, strength, and artistic skills such as writing poems.
