Nan Feng looked at the Emperor, who seemed to be around fifty years old, tall with some beard—possibly ancient emperors were all preoccupied with state affairs, worrying about the court and the harem, and with so many concubines, it's no wonder emperors tended not to live long. It made sense that as soon as an Emperor had an offspring, he would customarily establish a Crown Prince; those who delayed were surely the craftier ones.
As for this Emperor, Nan Feng felt that based on his appearance alone, he should be a man with convictions, strategies, but also some stubbornness.
In the past few months, the Emperor had been closely following the matter of warfare, in addition to the burdensome court affairs. Therefore, the last time he saw his son, Xiaoge, he was still lying in bed, only able to move his hands and head. Later, he heard reports that his son could walk on the ground but he had never been free to visit.
