Zhao Ming glanced at her indifferently, "He's now capable of earning military merits on the battlefield, even serving as a Prefectural Governor. What's wrong with getting a wife?"
"The former is due to his personal abilities, while the latter results from my influence. However, marriage requires both physical and psychological maturity," said Zhao Hanzhang. "Even if we overlook the psychological aspect, do you think a thirteen-year-old Second Son can bear healthy and long-lived children?"
Zhao Ming paused in silence before speaking, "For the family..."
"For the family, I would not impose such a burden on Second Son," Zhao Hanzhang stated. "It's the same for all my brothers and sisters. Uncle Ming, there's no need to bring up this matter again. Instead, perhaps it's better to send more medicinal herbs to Luoyang."
Ensuring Zhao Zhongyu preserves his health for a few more years is essential.
Zhao Ming gazed deeply at Zhao Hanzhang for a while and finally nodded slowly.
