Chapter 696 - Precocious Child (1/2)

Chapter 696: Precocious Child

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As a twelve year old boy, Shulitu was much thinner than his peers, and his head was embedded with a pair of precocious eyes, which essentiallyboy with such thoughtful and inquisitive eyes like hied by the standards of the Norland, he was a useless child, and had he not been of royal blood, his family would have abandoned him in the wilderness and he would be a small pile of bones by now

He had actually been a noriggled in the Khan’s ar one that said he was ‘precocious’ As one of the countless flattering words that follohomever orbited the Khan, this one comment was quite the apt appraisal

Shulitu spoke and walked earlier than the other children but at the age of three, a serious illness struck hied his fate

An unknown disease was spreading across the prairie at the ti Shulitu’s biological mother He survived in the end, but the illness had taken its toll and his physique was greatly har to ride ponies and play with bows and arrows, he could only lie in a babysitter’s ar-stock a Riying was his grandfather The old king had watched his grandson grow up but each tirew colder It wasn’t until several years later when Shulitu was eight years old that the old king finally lost patience, and he took his grandson out of the warm nest of the babysitter and blanket, strode out of the tent, threw him on the nearest horse, and said, “Prove that you have the blood of the Khan in your veins Your father and I can’t afford to lose any more face”

For the first tihtened and shi+vering from the cold, he turned to the babysitter and his father, the tho had always loved hi her tears ahile the other had his head lowered None of theht years old child suddenly ca a critical moment in his life, and that the survival of his erandfather

Shulitu knew fro were of no use, so he tried to straighten hiently

The round Sore and dizzy, he faintly heard the cry of the babysitter, the rebuke of his grandfather, and the absence of his father’s voice

The royal child’s next perfor either, but it saved his life He kept running after the horse and falling down After two hours of hard work, he had finally randfather

The old King Riying’s face was still frostily cold Without criticis that this grandson had earned the right to live

Shulitu would never forget that day For the next couple of days and nights, that scene played in hisclearer and clearer with every re-i until it was finally permanently iht he told higle, but you struggle to live”

He learned how to ride, ed to draw an ordinary bow, and even cast off his dependence on the babysitter, but he still staggered behind his peers, and behind him was the reaper’s sickle

His father invited ions to teach hience burst out irrepressibly Scholars, monks, Taoist priests, and retfully shook their head when they left ‘This royal child was born in the wrong place In the Norland, where people only value warriors, the exceptionalness of his mind is useless’ hat they all said

The old King Riying was very dissatisfied with this A weak grandson was already enough; if he became a bookworm, he wouldn’t be able to bear the humiliation anymore

All the wise men were driven away from then on But the two years of study had already left an indelible htful and inquisitive

That saain

Shulitu’sRizhu and the old Khan had taken turns hugging hiuely rerandfather and had no randfather

King Rizhu looked at his grandson with cold eyes as if he were a strange foreign creature, and his eyes only softened for a moment when he said, “You look just like yourRizhu left but every once in a while he would come back to talk to hi Tribe, and teach hishi+p Occasionally, he would also casually chat with hi a little randfather

No one had told hi Rizhu would, of course, not tell a child the truth, but Shulitu soon understood his position One day he asked his father, “Areto make me the Khan?”

His father was taken aback, and anxiously put his hand over his mouth and looked around in horror When his father made sure that no one was around, he asked, “Who told you this?”

“No one, it’s obvious” The ten years old Shulitu’s tone was so cal like a child at all