Jiang Ning laughed, "Father, where is your mind wandering off to? After all, I've known Gucheng for such a long period of time, and some emotions have ... naturally taken root. He's been in the palace for so long, I fear he won't be able to adapt when he returns."
"You underestimate the Shadow Guards. Among the over a hundred children who emerged as survivors from vigorous training and combat, there are those who can adapt anywhere, anytime."
"Over a hundred people?" Jiang Ning was taken aback, "I heard there were only twelve Shadow Guards. What about the rest?"
"That's military business within your Uncle's circle, so I couldn't butt in," Jiang Ruobai said, unafraid. Carefully, he tucked the booklet Jiang Ning had given him into his chest pocket. "Let's call it a day. Go back and comfort Lingzi. She's still a child and it would not do well to frighten her. Your mother is going to be distressed once she learns about this."
"Can you not tell her?"
