Chapter 77: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 77: Yan Wang's Determination

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yan Wang, after finishing the evening meal, closely followed An Wang together into that study permeated with a faint ink fragrance.

Only to see An Wang standing steadily before that simple, unadorned writing desk; he slightly narrowed his eyes, gazing at Yan Wang before him, and asked in a measured voice: "Have you truly considered it clearly, made up your mind to go to the military camp?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wang showed not the slightest hesitation; in those bright, starlike eyes flashed an incomparably resolute light, and he replied decisively: "Replying to Father King, your son's resolve is set! No matter how rugged and difficult the road ahead, I will give it my all and strive unceasingly!"

An Wang took in Yan Wang's determination fully, nodded satisfiedly, then said: "Good! Since it is so, this King happens to have a few military texts treasured for many years. These few volumes are what this King most loves to peruse daily; their content is not only supremely practical, but also contains many exquisite and peerless military strategies and tactics.

Some pages even bear detailed and minute annotations, greatly beneficial for understanding and applying these military arts. You take them back first and study them carefully; if you encounter anything unclear, you may come ask me at any time.

During this period, you stay at home peacefully practicing martial arts and reading; once this King has arranged all matters properly, I will naturally send you into the military camp.

In the meantime, you must make full mental preparations in advance."

Having spoken, An Wang, while speaking softly, slowly turned and walked toward the bookshelf behind him, and from it carefully selected three yellowed ancient volumes.

Then, he lightly handed these three books to Yan Wang. Seeing this, Yan Wang hurriedly stretched out both hands, carefully receiving the volumes, his manner infinitely more cautious than if holding a priceless treasure.

He clutched the books tightly in his arms, thanking An Wang with tears of gratitude: "Many thanks, Father King! Your son will certainly not disappoint your expectations!" An Wang continued earnestly: "Child, once you step through the gates of that military camp, you must thoroughly forget your own noble status.

Understand, in the military camp, only military orders are supreme; military orders are like mountains, no one will care whether you are this King's son. You must absolutely not bully others by relying on power, and at the same time ensure you yourself are not bullied by others.

The military camp has its own unique rules and laws; you must strictly abide by them, not slackening in the slightest. How difficult it is to start as a common soldier, this King knows clearly in his heart.

However, since this is the choice you yourself made, then walk on unwaveringly! An Wangfu will sooner or later fall into your hands.

You must also see that, although Second Brother is older than you, he single-mindedly devotes himself to the way of commerce, having not the slightest interest in martial practice.

And Father King and Mother Consort will eventually grow old and leave us; when that time comes, whether it is your various Elder Sisters or your young Younger Sisters, all will rely on you to protect and care for them fully. Absolutely not permitted that they suffer any humiliation from anyone.

So, the responsibility resting on your shoulders is truly immensely heavy!"

This was the first time in An Wang's life he had spoken so many words; Yan Wang listened quietly, only feeling his two shoulders as if pressed by a thousand-catty burden, heavy beyond measure.

But at the same time, a strong sense of mission also arose spontaneously, making him face the future with deep reverence. Yan Wang said with a solemn face: "Father King please rest assured, your child will certainly do his utmost to protect everyone well!"

An Wang, hearing this, slightly nodded, expressing satisfaction, feeling his son had gradually grown into a man who shoulders responsibility. Seeing the matters to be explained were about finished, An Wang kindly waved his hand, letting Yan Wang return to his room early to rest.

And Yan Wang, after taking leave of his father, hurried back to his own room. Upon entering, he couldn't even wait to change clothes, but impatiently took out one of the military texts Father had just given him, and read it voraciously.

Those exquisite and peerless military strategies recorded in the book were like dazzling beams of light, drawing him to devote his full attention into them. Unknowingly, time quietly slipped by, night deepened, yet Yan Wang did not sense the slightest weariness, still immersed in the ocean of knowledge unable to extricate himself.

Especially whenever he encountered some hard-to-understand places, Yan Wang would discover to his delighted surprise that Father had already thoughtfully made detailed marginal notes beside them.

These annotations were like bright lamps, guiding him to find the correct direction in the military-arts world shrouded in heavy mist. Of course, even so, some problems he still could not fathom for the moment.

But clever Yan Wang did not lose heart because of this; instead he first used a pen to carefully mark them down, preparing to ask Father for guidance tomorrow.

The second day at dawn, the sky still early, Yan Shuang'er, who originally had no need to go to Shangshufang, also rose early.

The reason was none other than that Younger Sister Qianqian was going to Shangshufang to study today. And Yan Shuang'er had always slept lightly; as soon as Qianqian got up, she would immediately wake, and could no longer fall asleep. Thus, over time, she developed this habit of rising early.

And every time after getting up, Yan Shuang'er would habitually check whether Qianqian had any need for her help. Must say, this Elder Sister Yan Shuang'er truly does her utmost, sometimes even more competent than Mother.

After Yan Shuang'er watched Qianqian and Yan Jie board the carriage and go farther and farther away, only then did she turn and return to her own study. Entering the study, she lightly walked to the writing desk and sat down, then picked up a brush, dipped it full of ink, and began writing with single-minded concentration.

Yan Wang, who did not need to go to Shangshufang, did not slacken either, but rose early to practice martial arts; after finishing practice, Yan Wang was covered in sweat, and after washing, he came to An Wang's study, reading military texts on one side while waiting for Father to return from court, so he could ask him some questions about military arts.

An Wang slowly stepped into the house, and was told Yan Wang was waiting in the study. Hearing this news, An Wang's heart warmed, and his steps unconsciously quickened, heading straight for the study.

When An Wang lightly pushed open the study door, at a glance he saw Yan Wang sitting upright at the writing desk, reading intently. That focused expression made a surge of gratification rise in An Wang's heart; he lightened his footsteps, carefully entering the study, afraid of disturbing this child immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

Yan Wang was completely unaware of his father's arrival, still staring fixedly at the pages, as if his whole person had merged into the world within the book. Until An Wang inadvertently made a slight sound, only then did Yan Wang start awake as if from a dream, abruptly raising his head; when he saw An Wang, his face instantly bloomed with a delighted smile, and he called out loudly: "Father King? You're back!"

An Wang smiled and nodded, his gaze gently falling on Yan Wang, asking softly: "Mm, what is it? Did you encounter some difficult problem in your reading?" Yan Wang hurriedly stood up, clutching the book tightly in hand, but An Wang was quick-eyed and swift-handed; in a single stride he stepped forward, placed a hand on Yan Wang's shoulder, motioning him to sit, and simultaneously said: "Just sit, don't be so restrained; tell Father King, exactly where is it unclear?"

Hearing this, Yan Wang hurriedly sat back down on the chair, and quickly flipped open the scroll in hand, pointing at the few places he had carefully marked with vermilion brush last night, looking at An Wang with a face full of anticipation.

An Wang leaned over to examine closely for a while, then straightened up, and began to explain patiently and meticulously to Yan Wang one by one. For a time, the entire study only heard the father and son's soft-spoken exchange; between them occasionally came Yan Wang's exclamations of sudden comprehension and An Wang's hearty laughter, a truly warm scene of fatherly kindness and filial devotion...