Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Chapter 880: Chapter 880 Dad Stop Joking_1

Jiang Ning laughed, “Father, where is your mind wandering off to? After all, I’ve known Gucheng for such a long period of time, and some emotions have … naturally taken root. He’s been in the palace for so long, I fear he won’t be able to adapt when he returns.”

“You underestimate the Shadow Guards. Among the over a hundred children who emerged as survivors from vigorous training and combat, there are those who can adapt anywhere, anytime.”

“Over a hundred people?” Jiang Ning was taken aback, “I heard there were only twelve Shadow Guards. What about the rest?”

“That’s military business within your Uncle’s circle, so I couldn’t butt in,” Jiang Ruobai said, unafraid. Carefully, he tucked the booklet Jiang Ning had given him into his chest pocket. “Let’s call it a day. Go back and comfort Lingzi. She’s still a child and it would not do well to frighten her. Your mother is going to be distressed once she learns about this.”

“Can you not tell her?”

“If she doesn’t ask, I won’t bring it up.”

“And if she does ask, you’re going to spill everything, not daring to conceal even the slightest detail?”

“A husband and wife should be honest with each other. It seems only the Senior Grand Secretary Jiang himself is resolute enough to claim concern for his wife with such casual nonchalance.”

“Enough of that. Go back and blather these pleasantries with my mother,” Jiang Ning interrupted, “Father, please just tell me, is Gucheng alright?”

“He is fine.”

“That’s good then.” Jiang Ning sighed with relief.

As Jiang Ruobai saw his daughter’s slightly despondent demeanor, he smiled, “If you’re so reluctant to part with Gucheng, I’ll just swallow my pride and plead with Jiang Mubai on your behalf, to let you keep him.”

“Father, stop teasing, I have Gufeng, which is more than enough for me. Gucheng is much more formidable, he should be protecting Uncle.”

“Alright then, I will just head back.”

Jiang Ruobai re-emphasized that she must be sure to placate Lingzi well when she got back, before taking his leave.

On his way back, in his sedan chair, he perused the military book from cover to cover. The impact on his heart was profound, indeed beyond words.

In his view, this particular piece could possibly go down as a perennial masterpiece of military strategy.

Jiang Ruobai even started to seriously believe that the “prophetic dream” Jiang Ning had spoken about could indeed be true.

Even though he had never led troops, but he could tell that the book didn’t merely speak in abstract platitudes and theories about military strategy. Rather, it detailed various approaches and strategies to be employed during specific battles.

Not only that, it even included incisive analyses of divination, the care of soldiers and horses, the use of various formations, among other things. It was truly comprehensive.

This book could rightfully be deemed a rare gem.

Jiang Ruobai was certain that a book like this did not currently exist anywhere else in the world.

As for his own youngest daughter, who had never attended school, never had a tutor, and was overall ignorant of poetry, music, paintings, and other such refined pursuits, it seemed impossible that she could have authored such a book.

One could reasonably assert that, other than the rather inelegant handwriting, all other aspects of the book were scarcely related to Jiang Ning.

Then, other than a prophetic dream, could there really be any other explanation?

With an excited heart, Jiang Ruobai rushed off to the scenic training ground where Jiang Mubai was.

Jiang Mubai was currently stripped bare to the waist, brandishing a long spear with such vitality as if a gust of wind were whirling around him. His muscles were taut and his bronze-colored skin was slick with sweat, exuding a primal potency and beauty.

Jiang Ruobai glanced at his own svelte, fair figure and sighed.

Once upon a time, they had set off from the same starting point, but the many years had led them in two different directions.

“Elder brother,” He approached him.

Jiang Mubai turned to look at him, tossed his spear to a nearby servant, wiped off his sweat with a towel, and said with a booming and robust voice, “You’re not in the Culture and Learning Pavilion. What brings you back?”

“Hey, I can’t sit around all day.” Jiang Ruobai passed him the booklet, “Here, take it.”

“What the hell is this? I don’t have the patience to read a book!” The general scoffed dismissively, a clear look of disdain on his face.