914 A Beloved Son 4yr

Translator: Transn_IOLEditor: Transn_IOL

In two months, Shangguan Cheng would be five years old. On Chinese New Year's Day, he had received his present in advance – a real narrow saber. He had asked his father, "Has it killed a lot of people?"
The Unique King had then unsheathed the narrow saber, put it in the hands of his son, and held his small pair small hands tightly. "This is a brand-new saber. In the future, you will use it to make thousands bleed."
The Unique King had had a happy new year because of this aspiration of his son's, in spite of the existence of the Dragon King's army camping outside the city.
In fact, Shangguan Cheng had no idea what "killing" meant. In his childish mind, it was just a word that his father liked. Thus, he uttered this word frequently, just like the smart kids who frequently called out "father" and "mother."
It was a tradition of the Shangguan family that their children started learning kung fu and reading at the age of five. There was still two months before Shangguan Cheng turned five