The two little rascals were truly a handful, and this was just the beginning. Who knew when it would end?
Feng Jin immediately felt that her future days would be difficult. Her face was clouded with worry. She raised her eyes and looked at Ling Mohan, "From now on, it will be tough on you to properly educate your son..."
It was better to leave such matters to Ling Mohan. Considering how Ling Mohan was raised to be so outstanding, if he taught by example, their son would surely not be too bad in the future.
If she were to be the one teaching, she worried about what kind of future their two children might have. The thought alone was terrifying, so she'd rather not.
"My son will surely be very outstanding when he grows up, a scholar and a genius. You don't need to worry so much about this matter."
Ling Mohan said with full confidence. Like father, like son, his son would definitely not be too bad.
"You are quite confident. I hope the moment of being proven wrong doesn't come too quickly."
She didn't know where Ling Mohan's confidence came from. It seemed that humility was not in his dictionary. However, Ling Mohan was truly outstanding, which was likely the source of his confidence.
"Don't worry, it absolutely won't."
Ling Mohan said with certainty. He understood his son better than anyone and was very sure that the two little fellows would surely achieve great things in the future, even more outstanding than him.
"Your ambition for your son to become a dragon is understandable, but blind confidence is wrong. As a person, one must remain humble. Remember, humility leads to progress."
She didn't want her children to grow up arrogant and complacent because of Ling Mohan's upbringing. It was better to be humble.
Being too proud would surely lead to one's downfall one day.
Ling Mohan's view was diametrically opposed to Feng Jin's. "Humility? Nonsense... Only useless people use humility as an excuse for their inadequacy. Have you ever seen anyone truly talented who was humble? They all seem to be walking on air."
Ling Mohan's words left Feng Jin speechless for a moment. Although it sounded like sophistry, it didn't seem to have any flaws, which was too far-fetched.
Feng Jin looked helplessly at Ling Mohan, who was currently playing with the children. She could already see the future of their children.
Was this like the saying, "Like father, like son"? This saying was truly not wrong at all.
"Your sighing and lamenting will affect my son's growth and development."
Ling Mohan said with some displeasure, worried that Feng Jin might be affecting the child.
"Just shut up and say less. No one thinks you're mute!"
Feng Jin glared at Ling Mohan resentfully. Why hadn't she noticed his concern for the children before? Had he suddenly changed his mind and started caring about the two children?
Perhaps his conscience had finally kicked in, realizing how negligent he had been towards the children, and now he wanted to make amends.
"Young General... Young General, your subordinate has something important to report!"
A shout came from outside the carriage, reaching Ling Mohan's ears.
The man frowned slightly with displeasure and looked at Feng Jin, "You go and check."
"Me go?" Feng Jin asked doubtfully, "The person outside is looking for you. Is it appropriate for me to go?"
"It's appropriate. I am currently bonding with my son. You go and check first."
Ling Mohan's gaze remained focused on the two children, not shifting even slightly. He didn't even lift his eyes when speaking to Feng Jin.
Since she had to deal with such an unreliable person, Feng Jin had no choice but to get up and walk out.
"Madam, is the Young General not here?"
"Your Young General has matters to attend to and cannot get away at the moment. Tell me if you have something to report."
"Madam, Lord Lu has been attacked and is now unconscious."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's eyes narrowed sharply. "Attacked... Weren't all the assassins dealt with? How could he still be attacked? Were there other assassins who infiltrated?"
"Someone faked their death and accidentally injured Lord Lu..."
"You stay and guard. I will inform the Young General and be right there."
Feng Jin quickly turned and returned to the carriage. Ling Mohan was sitting there with a solemn expression, his gaze meeting Feng Jin's.
"You take care of the children. I'll go and see."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mohan got up and left.
Feng Jin lowered her eyes, her mind instantly in a turmoil. After a long time, Ling Mohan still hadn't returned, and she couldn't sit still any longer. She handed the children over to two wet nurses and assigned guards to surround the carriage.
Busy searching for Ling Mohan, Feng Jin arrived to find doctors treating Lu Shi.
"How is it? What exactly happened?" Feng Jin saw Ling Mohan and immediately asked.
"Madam, it's all my fault... my fault..."
Cai Qing looked at Feng Jin with tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs. "Lu Shi was injured by an assassin while saving me..."
If Lu Shi hadn't protected her just now, she would have been the one lying there.
She truly owed Lu Shi an unpayable debt now. How could she ever repay his life-saving grace?
Feng Jin understood what had happened. She held Cai Qing's hand and gently comforted her, "No one could have predicted this happening. It's not your fault, and Lu Shi will be fine. Don't blame yourself too much."
After all, this was an accident. No one wanted it to happen, and it wasn't anyone's fault.
"But... but Madam, Lu Shi wouldn't have been injured if he hadn't saved me. If anything happens to Lu Shi, I... I will never have peace in this life. Madam, I beg you, please go and save Lu Shi."
Cai Qing pleaded tearfully, her face covered in tears. The doctor had been inside for almost an hour with no news, how could she not be worried?
"Don't worry, I'll go in and take a look."
With that, Feng Jin walked in. As soon as she entered, she smelled a strong scent of blood, which made her frown.
Lu Shi lay on the bed, pale and bloodless. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Feng Jin would have thought he had no signs of life.
"His injuries are too severe. Simply applying hemostatic medicine will not achieve the best results. It would be better to stitch the wound."
Feng Jin's words caused Lin Zhi, who was treating the wound, to pause slightly. He looked in the direction of the voice.
Although he had never met Feng Jin before, he had heard about her frequently. He immediately guessed her identity.
"Madam's insights are unique, but I am truly not skilled in wound suturing. I will have to trouble Madam."
After speaking, Lin Zhi stood up and gave his position to Feng Jin.
At a critical moment, Feng Jin did not hesitate or act coy. She stepped forward, opened her portable medical kit, took out the suturing needle and thread, and began. The wound was too large, and suturing it was not an easy task.