This guy seems to have stayed up all night thinking about that thing? So his eyes turned green?
And then he pinned the blame on Prince Le again?
Yang Chuxia laughed as she quickly got out of bed.
As she passed through the garden, Yangyang was practicing swordsmanship. The little fellow was quite the martial arts prodigy, his moves were filled with vigor and sword energy.
Even Yueyue and Qingqing were captivated by him.
Yang Chuxia stood by watching for a while until he finished practicing.
"Morning, mom..." Seeing her, Yangyang ran over, and Yang Chuxia used a handkerchief to wipe his forehead sweat. "Well done, practicing martial arts requires daily persistence, you can't slack off for even a single day."
"Don't worry, mom, I stick to it every day." Yangyang pounded his chest as a guarantee, "Handsome dad said that if I practice well, my chances of becoming a General are higher."
