Little Dumpling's letter soon reached Prince Nolan and Serena Feng.
At this moment, Prince Nolan and Serena Feng were traveling by boat to Jiangnan, to meet the Prince of Jiangnan and Prince Colin, intending to ask their two nephews when they would finally marry. Both were over thirty now; if they didn’t marry soon, there would be no heirs…
Before they even arrived in Jiangnan, they received Little Dumpling’s letter.
Regarding the requests Little Dumpling made in his letter, Prince Nolan and Serena Feng could only say that he truly was Nolan’s son—never missing a single opportunity.
“Will those boys be able to handle it?” Serena Feng had been to the Imperial Mausoleum and knew how dangerous it was.
Even the adults had barely gotten out safely last time—what would happen if these half-grown boys ran into danger?
“What are you worried about? If they don’t get knocked around a bit, they’ll keep thinking they’re invincible.” Prince Nolan put his arm around Serena Feng as they sat on the deck, watching the scenery slip by and enjoying the peaceful moment…
“The Imperial Mausoleum isn’t like other places—it’s truly too dangerous.” Serena Feng was not keen on letting Little Dumpling go right now.
If he must go, let it be in a couple of years, when he’s older.
“Last time, we cleared out most of the dangers. If you’re worried, let the Eighteen Riders go with them, and also… send the Black Riders for protection.” With a direct Lan clan heir present, Prince Nolan didn’t think the Imperial Mausoleum would be so dangerous.
Will Little Dumpling agree? The Eighteen Riders are fine, but the Black Riders aren’t just a handful.” Serena Feng pictured Little Dumpling leading a thousand Black Riders to the Imperial Mausoleum and couldn’t help but laugh.
Little Dumpling isn’t the type to make a big show.
If he refuses, then if anything happens, he’ll have to learn to take responsibility. Prince Nolan never forced Little Dumpling—he gave him the best protection, but if the boy didn’t want it, he wouldn’t insist.
Little Dumpling isn’t an ordinary child—he doesn’t have the right to be willful. Every decision he makes, whatever the consequences, he must learn to bear himself.
Looks like you’ve decided to let Little Dumpling go.” Serena Feng sighed, resting her head on Prince Nolan’s shoulder and closing her eyes…
Prince Nolan wrapped his arm around Serena Feng’s shoulders, holding her close: “If you’re worried, we can go with Little Dumpling.” They weren’t so old they couldn’t make the trip; going to the Imperial Mausoleum again wasn’t a big deal.
Forget it, I’d rather not be a bother. As soon as we said we were going to Jiangnan, Master Marcus Wynn took Master Victor Yun and fled back to Cloud City. If the Prince of Jiangnan and Prince Colin could run, they’d probably have escaped too. The Emperor and Empress visiting Jiangnan is definitely trouble—the Prince of Jiangnan has every reason not to welcome us.
Don’t worry, nothing will happen to Little Dumpling.” Prince Nolan patted Serena Feng’s shoulder to comfort her.
That night, Prince Nolan drew a map of the Imperial Mausoleum’s layout for Little Dumpling, while Serena Feng wrote out their past experiences there, warning him to be careful.
Of course, Serena Feng also mentioned the two Flood Dragons guarding the mausoleum treasure—if Little Dumpling encountered them, he mustn’t let them go, but should use the Heaven-Son Sword to tame them.
If Your Highness dares to go, what do we have to fear? Max Zhai, though always brash, wasn’t stupid—he had far more sense than his father, Dominic Zhai.
Marrying a well-educated lady really had its advantages—at least their son wasn’t as clueless as Dominic Zhai.
“Your Highness, just let us go.” Leo Si and Evan Yu pleaded again, but Little Dumpling remained firm: “If you want to go, write to your uncles for permission. Only then can I take you.”
“Your Highness…” The three pleaded, but Little Dumpling’s face was stern: “No negotiation.”
“Fine, I’ll write the letter.” Max Zhai and the others quietly left, leaving Tyler Cui, Shane Wang, and Liam Fuller behind.
The Imperial Mausoleum was dangerous, and everything was voluntary. Little Dumpling didn’t mind if the three didn’t want to go.
Tyler Cui and Shane Wang lacked self-defense skills—it was normal for them not to want to go. As for Liam Fuller…
Little Dumpling thought Liam Fuller was the slyest kid he’d ever met, but not to the point of being annoying.
“That’s not it.” Tyler Cui and Shane Wang quickly explained: “Your Highness, it’s not that we don’t want to go—we’re just afraid we’ll be a burden.”
This was no lie—it was the honest truth. The two were truly weak scholars, unable to even truss a chicken. Even after months of training at Skyvault Palace Sect, they were only a bit stronger physically. When it came to fighting…
The two of them together still couldn’t match Max Zhai alone.
“You’re not burdens. Max Zhai and the others just like to use their fists, but you prefer your brains—perfect for working together.” There aren’t many who are both scholarly and martial; the best way is to combine the two.
Some are both scholarly and martial, but most, like Liam Fuller, are somewhere in between—not quite as brainy as Tyler Cui and Shane Wang, nor as strong as Max Zhai, Leo Si, and Evan Yu.
“If Your Highness says so, we’ll go write our letters.” Tyler Cui and Shane Wang smiled, saluted, and left—leaving only Liam Fuller behind.
Everyone knew Liam Fuller was clever, so they just minded their own business.
“What about you? Anything you want to say?” Little Dumpling asked, seeing Liam Fuller hesitate.
“Your Highness, I’m just wondering why you suddenly decided this.” Liam Fuller always liked to plan ahead—rushing into things wasn’t his style, so…
He wanted to know the reason.
“Because the most important person has arrived.” Little Dumpling squinted, his eyes glinting now and then.
Could he admit that, ever since learning of the Former Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum’s existence, he’d been scheming to get inside?
The two of them together still couldn’t match Max Zhai alone.
“You’re not burdens. Max Zhai and the others just like to use their fists, but you prefer your brains—perfect for working together.” There aren’t many who are both scholarly and martial; the best way is to combine the two.
Some are both scholarly and martial, but most, like Liam Fuller, are somewhere in between—not quite as brainy as Tyler Cui and Shane Wang, nor as strong as Max Zhai, Leo Si, and Evan Yu.
“If Your Highness says so, we’ll go write our letters.” Tyler Cui and Shane Wang smiled, saluted, and left—leaving only Liam Fuller behind.
Everyone knew Liam Fuller was clever, so they just minded their own business.
“What about you? Anything you want to say?” Little Dumpling asked, seeing Liam Fuller hesitate.
“Your Highness, I’m just wondering why you suddenly decided this.” Liam Fuller always liked to plan ahead—rushing into things wasn’t his style, so…
He wanted to know the reason.
“Because the most important person has arrived.” Little Dumpling squinted, his eyes glinting now and then.
Could he admit that, ever since learning of the Former Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum’s existence, he’d been scheming to get inside?