Shen Jingxian's brow immediately furrowed. Although she knew from the original text that General Wen was indifferent to his blind son, she didn't know he had said such things.
Wen Ranchen was just a nine-year-old child. He had lost his sight and was already dealing with that blow. At this moment, as a father, rather than encouraging his child, he further wounded his heart with harsh words. What kind of logic is this?
Shen Jingxian wanted to rush forward, but was again held back and covered by the Emperor, drawn into his embrace.
Facing Wen Jingming, Wen Ranchen did not protest, simply responding, "I'm sorry, Father..."
Wen Jingming said coldly, "I had high expectations for you, which is why I appointed you as the Princely Heir so early."
Wen Ranchen lowered his head, unclear whether out of shame or sadness. His voice was small and trembling, "I understand, Father."
