Lu Jiang joined the army at sixteen. How much could he have possibly learned from his father and his teacher?
Sometimes, Lu Jiang's father lamented that he hadn't taught him enough, and now he could only encourage him to read more books and study harder lest he become a brute.
It was different for Xibao. Among over twenty teachers, more than half were leading figures in their fields, and the least among them were locally renowned educators with students everywhere. They taught him so attentively that ten years later, Feng Qingxue, clutching her face, hardly dared to imagine what a prodigy her son would become. Surely, it would make her as a mother so proud she'd be walking with her tail high in the air.
That was where Lu Jiang's father's efforts lay.
Seeing the bright light in his wife's eyes that made her face even more radiant and clear, restoring the glow she had when they were newlyweds, Lu Jiang couldn't help but laugh, "Do you have that much confidence in Xibao?"
