General Zhentian's eyelid twitched as he looked at the oldest-looking one among the ten and asked, "How old is he?"
The Chief Eunuch smiled calmly, "This young gentleman is the illegitimate son of the Marquis of Weiwu, a treasured child born late in life. He is already sixteen this year."
General Zhentian's pupils shook with disbelief, "Sixteen! What about him?"
"This young gentleman is the legitimate youngest son of the Assistant Minister of Rites, fifteen this year."
Hearing this, she took a deep breath, "What about this one?"
"Ah, he is the son of the Imperial Merchant, fourteen this year."
One younger than the other! General Zhentian had little courage to ask further, speaking in a low tone, "Are they looking for a son for me to inherit my position as Great General?"
"Your Highness, how could you think that way? You are only twenty-two. How could you have sons this old? Even the youngest here is already twelve years old!"
Twelve years old!!!
