An Enchanted Old Marshal

Qiu Jianhan chuckled bitterly. "Of course you could rest assured, but this poses a tricky question for me. If he were at least ten years of age, at least he would be able to differentiate good and bad; it still poses problems but it won’t be as hard to handle. However, a toddler of only two and a half years…"

"The women in the palace and those of royal blood… They might be totally ignorant about the battlefield, total laymen, but they’re all absolutely vicious characters when fighting for power and plotting conspiracies. Killing people amidst laughter, carrying swords behind their backs with sweet words in their mouths, turning back against agreements, emotionless fallouts... these are all ordinary occurrences…"

Qiu Jianhan's smile was devoid of humor. "This old man is reluctant to talk about this, but now, if you decide to pass the child to me, I can't avoid the topic."

Yun Yang nodded slowly.