Eternal Spring Court.
Zhao Jianlan sat with regal posture in a smoothly polished nanmu armchair, listening to the young house servant’s tremulous report. A flicker of interest stirred within her.
She had long heard that the child was precocious, exceptionally clever, but his lack of martial talent made it all seem a tragic waste of a brilliant mind.
Thinking of the letter from the Zhao Clan’s border contingent, Zhao Jianlan sighed inwardly
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