Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

In the afternoon, visitors arrived at the front courtyard of the Warden’s Northern Manor.

The visitors were the Old Marquis, Lucas Warren, who leaned on a cane, and beside him, the elderly, white-bearded former Grand Secretary, Shawn Miller. The two had arranged to come together.

Their main purpose today was to meet their new student and assess his academic progress so they could create a study plan for him. After all, the Princess Consort was paying them far too generously. If they didn’t put in their utmost effort, they would feel they hadn’t earned that gold and silver.

Furthermore, they were tutoring the Princely Heir of the Warden’s Northern Manor. He was the Prince’s son, an honor that would bring great prestige to their families. After all, not just anyone was qualified to instruct the Prince of the Royal Mansion, so this was a significant opportunity for their families as well.

The two were led by the butler into the front hall.

Celeste Grant was already seated inside. Standing beside her was Aaron Sinclair, who was personally pouring her tea and peeling an orange for her—the very image of a good, filial son.

At the doorway, someone entered. The butler was in the lead, followed by two other men: the venerable former Grand Secretary Miller and his companion.

"Your Highness, Lord Miller and his companion have arrived."

"Mm, have someone prepare tea."

Celeste Grant waved her hand, and the butler bowed and withdrew.

As the Old Marquis and his companion entered, they immediately bowed to the Princess Consort, who was seated in the main chair.

"This old subject pays his respects to the Princess Consort and the Princely Heir."

"This old subject pays his respects to the Princess Consort and the Princely Heir."

Seeing them, Celeste Grant lifted her gaze slightly, her eyes sweeping over the two men with a faint smile. She raised her hand gently and said, "There is no need for formalities, my lords. Please, have a seat."

After the two were seated, the butler personally brought hot tea and placed it on the tables to their right.

Celeste Grant smiled and gestured with her hand. "This tea was a gift from the Empress a few days ago. Please, my lords, have a taste."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The former Grand Secretary, Lord Miller, lifted his cup and took a sip, an appreciative look on his face. "A long, lingering aftertaste. It is indeed a fine tea."

As for the Valiant General, he was a gruff man and couldn’t tell a good tea from a bad one. He could only manage to force out a single sentence: "This tea is good."

Celeste Grant then said, "Butler, please pack some of this for the two lords to take home with them later."

Hearing her order, the butler replied, "Yes, Your Highness."

After they had finished their tea, Celeste Grant stood up, gently took her son by the shoulder, and pushed him forward slightly to introduce him to Grand Secretary Miller and the Old Marquis.

"This is my son, Aaron Sinclair. From now on, I must trouble you both to guide him well." As she spoke, Celeste Grant looked at her son and gently patted his shoulder. "Annie, greet your two teachers."

Aaron Sinclair stepped forward and bowed with his hands clasped.

"Greetings, Teachers."

The two men quickly stood up. Their eyes swept over Aaron Sinclair, and they couldn’t help but nod repeatedly. Their first impression of him was excellent. The boy’s appearance and demeanor were incredibly noble. With such an air about him, he was clearly a child of the Royal Family, and his features were particularly fine.

Lord Miller stroked his beard and smiled faintly. "The Princely Heir is very polite. Henceforth, this old man shall certainly do his utmost to instruct you."

The other man nodded as well. "Haha, there is no need to be so formal, Princely Heir. In the future, this old subject will be sure to teach you everything I know."

Grand Secretary Miller glanced at Aaron Sinclair and continued, "We just need to know what the Princely Heir has studied before. We must understand a little about your background to properly plan your future lessons."

Aaron Sinclair nodded slightly.

"I await the guidance of my two teachers."

Sitting there, Celeste Grant looked at her son with a smile and said, "Annie, why don’t you take the two lords to the study? It’s quieter there."

Aaron Sinclair nodded. "I understand, Mother."

"This way, please, Teachers."

"After you, Princely Heir."

After they left, Javier Sinclair’s figure appeared beside Celeste Grant. He casually draped an arm over her shoulder. Gazing at the doorway where his son and the others had departed, he couldn’t help but remark, "Studying... Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh. She could tell her Archfiend was not a fan of studying.

Celeste Grant said, "This sliver of his Primordial Spirit is here in this world with nothing to do anyway. It’s good for him to learn a bit more."

"That’s true."

Javier Sinclair grunted in agreement.

’As long as I’m not the one studying, it’s fine,’ he thought to himself.

On this first day, the Old Marquis and the former Grand Secretary Miller only wanted to test Aaron’s academic progress and assess his ’root and bone’ to see if he had any aptitude for martial arts. The results of their examination nearly made their jaws drop to the floor.

In Grand Secretary Miller’s eyes, this Young Master Heir was so brilliant he was practically the Patron of Scholars descended from the heavens. His expression went from initial astonishment to utter disbelief, and he couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed.

The child could memorize any book after reading it just once and was even able to extrapolate further principles from it. ’This... this boy is a true genius for scholarship!’

His face filled with anguish. ’If this child hadn’t been lost and living on the outside since he was young, if he had been taught just two years earlier... who knows what heights he would have reached by now.’ The mere thought of it made the retired Grand Secretary’s heart ache.

And then there was the Old Marquis. When he saw Aaron Sinclair lift a hundred-jin stone lock with a single hand, his breathing stopped. ’The Princely Heir is only eight years old this year, right?! And he can casually lift a hundred-jin stone lock!’

His eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Well, I’ll be! He’s a natural-born martial arts prodigy!"

On the training grounds, Aaron Sinclair stood holding the stone lock, even able to move it up and down. Never mind the Old Marquis and his companion; even Aaron himself was baffled. He found it difficult to explain just what was happening with his current situation.

The Old Marquis wore a look of utter disbelief.

"This stone lock weighs over a hundred jin, and the Princely Heir lifted it with ease! Could this be the legendary innate Divine Power?"

Innate Divine Power, no matter the dynasty, was the mark of a once-in-a-generation general. It was no wonder the Old Marquis was so excited.

Aaron Sinclair was also puzzled. He casually set down the stone lock, his brow furrowed slightly.

’How strange!’

Lately, after eating and drinking well, he had felt his strength increase unexpectedly. He opened his palm and then clenched it into a fist. He felt his body brimming with power, as if he had an inexhaustible supply of energy.

’Could it be that I really have innate Divine Power? I had a bit of a foundation in martial arts before, but lifting a hundred-jin stone lock with one hand like this was impossible. I knew my own limits. It seems my strength only started growing recently. Is it possible my innate Divine Power just hadn’t been discovered before?’

’Oh, forget it. If I can’t figure it out, there’s no point in dwelling on it.’

’In any case, possessing this kind of power is a good thing.’

He felt that the hundred-jin stone lock was still too light.

Aaron Sinclair’s gaze fell upon the two-hundred-jin and three-hundred-jin stone locks. Although he hadn’t tried yet, he had a feeling that he could definitely lift them now.