Xiao Hen's legs began to shake. He was someone who wasn't afraid of venomous snakes, yet paradoxically, he was afraid of cats.
If it had been a few years ago, Marquis Xuanping would definitely have said to him, "You are my son, Marquis Xuanping's son. Don't you even have this much courage?"
But tonight, he didn't say that.
He said, "Come down, I'll think of another way."
There was no other way, and there was no time left.
Now was the moment, the child had to be rescued immediately. Otherwise, they had to either abandon the child or die with him.
Xiao Hen clenched the rope in front of him, gritted his teeth, and resolutely jumped down!
That seemingly ordinary jump had, unexpectedly, made Marquis Xuanping's heart feel a sudden surge of warmth.
His son had grown up.
He had truly grown up.
It wasn't his height, nor his age, but he had indeed become a towering figure of a man, a promising young Hanlin official.