Prince Yan sighed deeply, "You already have your own ideas, do you still need me to say anything else?"
Fu Yuesheng heard his words, wiping away the tear stains from his face, "Father, you said it too, my wings have hardened, I can indeed fly now. From now on, let this rascal protect your safety!"
"You little brat! Are you trying to ride roughshod over me?"
Prince Yan raised his eyebrows, facing this son, he could only compromise in attitude.
Actually, he himself understood well that returning to Shengjing City was merely because he was always out of reach for the throne, and he never wanted to sit on that Dragon Throne. When his elder brother Long Aotian was still alive, he had always assisted him, and for him, being a civil official was more reassuring than being a martial general.
Later, when Emperor Zhao ascended the throne, his son took the path of being a martial general, which once made Prince Yan quite hesitant, wondering if he should let his son go to the battlefield.
