Shen Han no longer wanted to continue talking with her, feeling that speaking with her was making himself sick.

"Isn't Yexuan Country always so confident?

The other day in Yelan City, all the cultivators in the city said that Sword Dao originated from Yexuan.

So powerful, yet still needing to beg for information about the strength of the people of Great Wei?"

Having said this, Shen Han turned to leave.

But Ji Zhi's words became even more mindless.

"Sword Dao did originate from Yexuan Country; Mother may not have read much, but these basics, I am still aware of.

It's just that there are fewer people in Yexuan Country, and although there are many geniuses, they can't compete with the sheer number from Wei Country.

And the reason Mother is asking mainly is because Wei Country cultivators always like to play with intrigues and schemes.

I also wish your brother could compete openly and fairly with people from Wei Country.

If it's purely about hard strength, your brother would surely surpass most of the young people in Great Wei.

Thinking about it, even if the Shen Family's descendants came, they should not be a match for your brother."

Hearing this, Shen Han was already certain that his birth mother's thoughts had been molded by living in Yexuan Country for so long.

Not to mention, like myself, Shen Ye, already renowned in Great Wei.

Even young Shen Ao could wield authority in Yexuan Country with his strength.

Yet she would say that the descendants of the Shen Family are no match for her son...

Though Shen Han did not like the Shen Family, it was still embarrassing to say such things.

Seeing Shen Han about to leave, the Princess Consort hurriedly ran to block him.

"Han, after all, the bond between mother and son is deep, can't you help Mother a bit..."

"Didn't I already say yesterday that all ties between us, mother and son, are severed?

Why today, has it turned into a deep mother-son bond again?"

There was still a faint smile on Shen Han's face.

Hearing these words, anyone without a thick skin would find them hard to say.

Moreover, Shen Han discovered a pattern that those who truly care for you rarely mention their own sacrifices.

Like Madam Yun, she never talked about deep mother-son affection and then asked Shen Han to bring her some benefits.

Many teachers in the Academy also did not keep the deep teacher-student bond on their tongues, trying to gain some benefits from the students.

Instead, it was the birth mother who had never cared for him, yet wanted to gain some benefits from him, who kept talking about deep feelings and obligations.

Thinking of this, Shen Han felt a sense of irony.

Turning away, Shen Han ignored her.

Ji Zhi seemed somewhat angry, and her words started to become unpleasant.

"With a temper like yours, no wonder the Shen Family doesn't treat you well, no wonder you don't live well in this world.

You don't seize the opportunities presented to you; there will be a time when you regret it later.

Just live a life of poverty, live a life of hardship forever.

Clearly, there are opportunities to earn some wealth, yet you don't know to seize them."

As Ji Zhi kept muttering, with a bit of scolding, Shen Han suddenly turned back.

Smiling, he said: "An opportunity to earn wealth? How much can one earn?"

Perhaps not expecting Shen Han to respond, Ji Zhi was stunned for a moment, thinking for quite a while.

Afraid of saying too much, feeling a bit reluctant.

Also fearing of saying too little, not enough to persuade Shen Han.

After a moment, she cautiously asked: "How much do you want...?"

Upon hearing this question, Shen Han couldn't help but laugh.

Shaking his head, he walked into the courtyard where the Wei Country envoy was residing.

Today's conversation hardly yielded any results.

Ji Zhi somewhat regretted coming to talk to Shen Han.

This son of hers is just an attendant in the envoy, yet he acted so pretentiously.

Finally, he seemed to want to ask for a large sum of gold and silver to be willing to help.

To be honest, Ji Zhi was quite reluctant.

Her expenses in all aspects were already high; spending more gold and silver to buy Shen Han's help seemed too much of a loss.

Returning to the courtyard, Ji Zhi took a little time to calm down.

In the courtyard, Song Ruizhe was practicing, sword in hand.

In Ji Zhi's untrained eyes, it appeared very powerful.

After several breaths, Song Ruizhe stopped his long sword.

When he noticed Ji Zhi with the corner of his eye, his face instantly fell.

For some reason, whenever he saw Ji Zhi, he felt annoyed.

Perhaps it was because of the talk of bloodlines; he always felt his talent wasn't good enough, thinking it was because Ji Zhi's bloodline held him back...

"You're not a martial artist, what are you watching?"

He said coldly, as if he didn't regard Ji Zhi as his mother at all.

Though spoken to like this, Ji Zhi still showed a gentle expression.

"Mother is just looking, wanting to help you..."

"Help me? The only thing you can do is improve your relationship with Father, that's how you can help me!"

Song Ruizhe's face had a gloomy look, as he was now very worried about something.

It was about the competition with the visitors from Wei Country, he didn't even have the qualification to take the stage...

If he couldn't participate, then he wouldn't even have a chance to show himself before Father.

In Song Ruizhe's heart, he still had the ambition to advance.

In the Third Prince Mansion, there were actually quite a few juniors.

But apart from his elder brother Song Ruicheng, the others were not much better than him, Song Ruizhe.

And it was merely that Song Ruicheng had the advantage of age, which overshadowed him.

If he could take one step forward, perhaps he could stand out in front of Father and gain countless resources.

Thinking of those cultivation resources, Song Ruizhe felt a bit envious.

He had heard that his elder brother could take a High Grade Pill every month!

If he could be favored by Father, even three months to be rewarded a High Grade Pill would be good enough.

Just the thought of it made that life seem quite wonderful.

Thinking of this, Song Ruizhe suddenly turned his gaze to Ji Zhi, and his tone softened a bit.

"Can you talk to Father for me, get me a spot to participate...

Lately, my Sword Dao has improved a lot, and I heard this competition is about suppressing power, purely competing in cultivation techniques.

If I can participate, Father will surely see my potential."

It was rare that Song Ruizhe asked Ji Zhi for something, and hearing this, she quickly nodded in agreement.

She wasn't too sure in her heart, but after thinking it over, she decided to promise first.

At least she couldn't let Song Ruizhe be more disappointed in her.

Seeing his mother agree, Song Ruizhe suddenly found clarity in his previously troubled thoughts.

The long sword in his hand continued to dance, each move and every stance even sharper than before.

Seeing this, Ji Zhi's face showed a bit of relief.

Though Song Ruizhe often disrespected her, looking down on her as his mother, his talent was undeniably top-notch.

In the future, with his support, she could hope to enjoy a stable retirement.

Talented children always had a bit of arrogance.

Unlike Shen Han, who was even willing to humble himself to be an attendant.

If such a thing were to be suggested to Song Ruizhe, with his pride, he probably would rather die than do it.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.