Ling Tianxiao looked at his eldest daughter and smiled with satisfaction.
That evening, Ling Tianxiao hosted a banquet for Song Mingyue and Tiger. The men in the military camp were all somewhat intimidated by Tiger's immense physique. It wasn't that Ling Tianxiao's soldiers were too weak. Rather, it was Tiger's powerful aura, his naturally imposing face, and his incomparably robust body that exerted an immense sense of pressure.
Song Mingyue's gentle nobility and elegant manner of speaking won Ling Tianxiao's approval. Seeing her shy, maidenly demeanor, Ling Tianxiao felt greatly relieved. 'The matter of continuing the family line will probably start with my third son,' he thought. 'I'll have to have a talk with that boy Lingzhi when I get the chance. He spends all day in the north training that bunch of bandit-like recruits and never considers his own personal matters. He needs to learn from his third brother! He just came of age and already has several beautiful confidantes!'
