The two mischievous children were truly a handful, and this was just the beginning. When would it ever end?
Feng Jin immediately felt that her future days would be difficult. A cloud of gloom descended upon her face, and she raised her eyes to look at Ling Mo Han: "It will be a lot of work for you to educate your son well in the future..."
It was best to leave this matter to Ling Mo Han. Since Ling Mo Han himself had been raised so excellently, and with his personal guidance, their son would surely not be too bad in the future.
If it were up to her to teach him, she worried about what kind of future the two children would have. The thought alone was terrifying, so it was best to leave it.
"My son will undoubtedly be very outstanding and accomplished when he grows up. You don't need to worry about this matter so much."
Ling Mo Han said with full confidence. Like father, like son; his son would not be any worse.
"You are quite confident. I hope the shock of being proven wrong doesn't come too quickly."
She didn't know where Ling Mo Han's confidence came from. It seemed that humility was not in his dictionary. However, Ling Mo Han was indeed outstanding, which was likely the basis of his confidence.
"Don't worry, it absolutely won't happen."
Ling Mo Han stated with certainty. He knew his son better than anyone and was very sure that the two little fellows would definitely achieve great things in the future, even surpassing him.
"Your ambition for your son to succeed is understandable, but blind confidence is wrong. One should always remain humble and understand that humility leads to progress."
She didn't want their children to grow up proud and complacent under Ling Mo Han's tutelage. It was better for people to be humble.
Excessive pride would, sooner or later, harm oneself.
Ling Mo Han's view was diametrically opposed to Feng Jin's: "Humility my foot... Only useless people use humility as an excuse for their incompetence. Have you ever seen anyone truly talented who was humble? They all act like they're king of the world."
His words left Feng Jin speechless. Although it sounded like sophistry, there seemed to be no flaw in it. It was too far-fetched.
Feng Jin looked helplessly at Ling Mo Han, who was now doting on the children. She could already see the children's future.
Was this like the saying "like father, like son"? That saying was truly not wrong at all.
"Your sighing and lamenting will affect our son's growth and development."
Ling Mo Han said with some dissatisfaction, worried that Feng Jin's mood would impact the child.
"Just shut up and say fewer words. No one will think you're mute!"
Feng Jin glared at Ling Mo Han resentfully. She hadn't noticed him caring so much about the children before; why had he suddenly changed his tune and started to care about them?
Perhaps his conscience had finally kicked in, and he realized how neglectful he had been towards the children in the past, and now he wanted to make up for it.
"Young General... Young General, your subordinate has something important to report!"
A shout came from outside the carriage, reaching Ling Mo Han's ears.
The man frowned slightly with displeasure and looked at Feng Jin: "You go and see."
"I go?" Feng Jin asked in confusion. "The person outside is looking for you; is it appropriate for me to go?"
"It is appropriate. I am currently bonding with my son; you go and check first."
Ling Mo Han's gaze remained fixed on the two children, not shifting even slightly. He didn't even lift his eyes to speak to Feng Jin.
Since she had to deal with such an unreliable person, Feng Jin had no choice but to get up and go outside.
"Young Madam, is the Young General not here?"
"Your Young General is attending to some business and is temporarily unavailable. If you have something to report, tell me first."
"Young Madam, Lord Lu has been stabbed and has already fallen unconscious."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's eyes widened: "Stabbed... Weren't all the assassins dealt with? How could he still be stabbed? Were there other assassins who infiltrated?"
"Someone faked their death and accidentally injured Lord Lu..."
"You stay there and guard. I will inform the Young General and be there shortly."
Feng Jin quickly turned and returned to the carriage. Ling Mo Han was already sitting there with a solemn expression, meeting Feng Jin's gaze.
"You take care of the children; I'll go and see."
As he finished speaking, Ling Mo Han stood up and left.
Feng Jin lowered her eyes, her thoughts in a whirlwind. After a long time, Ling Mo Han still hadn't returned, and she couldn't sit still any longer. She entrusted the children to two wet nurses and assigned soldiers to guard the carriage.
Busy searching for Ling Mo Han, Feng Jin arrived to find the physician treating Lu Shi.
"How is it? What exactly happened?" Feng Jin spotted Ling Mo Han and immediately asked.
"Young Madam, it is all my fault... my fault..."
Cai Qing looked at Feng Jin with sobs, her voice choked with emotion. "Lu Shi was injured by the assassin while saving me..."
If Lu Shi hadn't protected her just now, she would be the one lying there.
She owed Lu Shi a debt she could never repay. How could she ever repay his life-saving kindness?
Feng Jin understood what had happened. She held Cai Qing's hand and said softly, "No one could have predicted something like this would happen. It's not your fault. 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 Young Madam, if Lu Shi hadn't saved me, he wouldn't have been injured. If something happens to Lu Shi, I... I will never be able to live in peace. Young Madam, I beg you, please go and save Lu Shi."
Cai Qing pleaded tearfully, her face streaked with tears. The physician had been inside for almost an hour with no news, and she couldn't help but worry.
"Don't worry, I'll go in and take a look."
With that, Feng Jin walked inside. As soon as she entered, she smelled a strong scent of blood, which made her frown.
Lu Shi lay on the bed, his face pale and devoid of color. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, Feng Jin would have thought he was already lifeless.
"His injuries are too severe. Simply applying hemostatic drugs will not be very effective. It would be better to suture the wound."
Feng Jin's words made Lin Zhi, who was treating the wound, pause. He looked in the direction of the voice.
Although he had never met Feng Jin before, he had heard much about her. He immediately guessed her identity.
"Young Madam has unique insights, but I am not skilled at suturing wounds. I will have to trouble the Young Madam."
Saying this, Lin Zhi stood up and made way for Feng Jin.
At this critical juncture, Feng Jin did not hesitate. 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.