The cold wind swept into the tent, and as Qin Liuxi and the others turned their heads to look, a man with a scruffy beard, a face weathered by the elements, and wearing a heavy cloak appeared before their eyes.

Who else could it be but the Quan Family’s son?

Xi Zheng frowned: "Why did you rush here? Shouldn’t you be guarding Ancheng?"

The Quan Family’s son had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes full of fatigue, clearly having rushed over the moment he received the message. He took off his cloak and said hoarsely, "The child was born prematurely, even before Qi Xingzi could arrive. How could I stay put?"

Xi Zheng’s heart softened as he said, "Didn’t I tell you that mother and child are safe? I’ve already mentioned that the temple master helped us, so there’s nothing to worry about. You should focus on ensuring the city is safe and the country is stable."

"That’s the greater good, but in my heart, all I care about is my wife and son," the Quan Family’s son walked forward, eagerly looking at the bundle in her arms, reaching out his hands, then hesitated as he felt the chill emanating from himself, stepping back in uncertainty.

Seeing this, Qin Liuxi chuckled: "You were quite bold just a moment ago, and now you’re hesitating?"

She performed a Dust Cleaning Technique which instantly cleared the dust and strange smell from him, making him fresh and clean, even dispersing the cold.

Ma Ying’s worldview was challenged once again.

Xi Zheng smiled broadly, and the Quan Family’s son bowed to Qin Liuxi with gratitude, asking, "How many years would it take for me to learn this skill?"

Once mastered, whether he changes clothes or not wouldn’t matter; a single technique, and he’d be a clean, dignified general once again.

"Everything’s possible in dreams," Qin Liuxi said bluntly, "Go hold your child."

The Quan Family’s son immediately turned around, leaving his hands awkwardly hovering as he looked at his wife, saying: "Why don’t you hold him, and I just look? They say hold the grandson, not the son..."

"What nonsense!" Xi Zheng snapped, forcing the child into his hands, "If you don’t hold your son, who are you going to hold?"

The Quan Family’s son cried out and clumsily cradled the child, but in moments, he handled the baby with familiarity.

Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow, asking, "Looking polished, have you practiced?"

The Quan Family’s son’s ears turned red as he replied, "Where do I have the time to practice this? It’s my natural talent."

As if practicing with a bundle every night would compromise his stature as a general?

Impossible to admit, he couldn’t say it!

Xi Zheng saw his ears turn red. As his partner, how could she not know what he was thinking?

This guy is lying!

At this point, the Quan Family’s son saw his own son and was amazed by the child’s fresh and handsome appearance, muttering, "Is this my son?"

Xi Zheng’s face turned green, and she rolled her eyes.

"He looks like me, was I this spiritually gifted when I was young?" The Quan Family’s son beamed, saying, "Wow, this boy got all the good looks; the old man would be thrilled."

Xi Zheng thought, you didn’t see the child when he first came out, all wrinkled like a kitten, barely looked alive. Compared to now, it’s like night and day, as if he’s a different person.

The Quan Family’s son admired for a while, then belatedly remarked: "Wasn’t he supposed to be premature? Why does he look better than those full-term ones?"

This doesn’t look premature at all.

Qin Liuxi laughed and said, "That’s why I said he is destined for the Dao. During my cultivation when attracting spiritual energy, he was able to absorb and nourish himself too, quite remarkable."

Xi Zheng, also looking relieved, said, "If it weren’t for the temple master, I’m afraid we wouldn’t have been able to keep this child."

"Nonsense, our Quan Family is blessed by ancestral fortune. How could we not keep a child? Don’t talk about such unlucky things," the Quan Family’s son gave a soft snort and said to Qin Liuxi, "By the way, the child certainly can’t become a Taoist. We generals have too much killing and heavy evil spirit, not sure how many children we could have, but he is the eldest and heir, destined to inherit the legacy and lead troops, that’s the path for the Quan Family’s son."

Qin Liuxi’s lips twitched, asking, "Who said I want him to become a monk? Really...

"Huh?"

"Being destined for the Dao doesn’t mean becoming a monk, he could be a lay disciple. Our Taoist Sect also has inner family arts, and the military arrays we commonly use are extraordinary. If you’re willing, send him to Qingping Temple at five years old to train, and he’ll surely become a great general." Qin Liuxi saw the child crying and reached out: "Let me hold him, he must be hungry."

The Quan Family’s son: "..."

Well, he only had him for a moment.

But whenever the child doesn’t cry, he’s a precious darling, but once he cries, it makes the scalp tingle, especially when he wails loudly, but it’s not as loud because he’s weak-hearted, making it more pitiful.

The Quan Family’s son handed the child over, and as soon as his son was in her hands, he stopped crying, just sulked and sniffled, leaving him staring at Xi Zheng, bewildered.