Marquis Zhongyuan returned to his mansion and went directly to the courtyard where Ling Chen resided.
Having spent over half an hour reading at the desk, Ling Chen was relieved when his father had not sought him out. He asked someone to prepare a meal.
While he was enjoying his meal at the desk, he was startled to see his father enter with a dark expression. The piece of meat he had just put into his mouth dropped back into the bowl with a "plop."
"Father…" Ling Chen's face paled as he stood up.
Marquis Zhongyuan valued his eldest son, as he was being groomed to sustain the family's legacy, but his fondness for his younger son, due to lower expectations, bordered on indulgence.
However, after the untimely demise of the eldest son, Marquis Zhongyuan had new plans for this second son.
But how could Ling Chen, still young and habitually lax, compare with Lingxiao?
With increasing disappointment, the marquis became increasingly strict with him.
