"Having more sons is a problem."
Sitting under a huge old tree in the backyard of the mansion, King Yang Shan sighed and said to Wu Qi.
Opposite him, Wu Qi and Ji Ao sat side by side. There was no one nearby except the three of them. A gentle breeze blew through the nearby woods, bringing them a trace of coolness. The thick branches and leaves of the old tree formed a massive canopy above them, keeping the sunlight from shining through. Between the branches were many nests of Green Jade Birds. Tiny as a thumb, these sweet-sounding birds were singing happily under the cover of the leaves.
"And when every son is so talented, it becomes an even bigger problem."
