January 11, 1870.
Hohenzollern Castle, in the garden.
"One hundred eleven, one hundred twelve, one hundred thirteen..."
Ernst gritted his teeth and counted the number of push-ups with difficulty, sweat soaking through his white cotton vest.
"Three hundred!"
"Whew... this challenge is still too difficult for me!" Ernst said to the coach, gasping heavily.
He supported his hands on his thighs, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain. Tom timely handed over a towel, and Ernst took it to wipe the sweat off his face.
"Your Highness, it's already commendable that you can keep going; this level of perseverance is something ordinary people probably can't achieve!" the coach commented from the side.
"Coach Luo Weite, you're overpraising me. Without someone to supervise, I wouldn't be able to stick to it. Only someone with a bit of money to spare would do something as trivial as this."
