Fáng Xuánlíng's face was grim. Although he was also worried about his second son, the commotion in the house this morning had been quite disruptive and unbecoming.,He was of a sturdy build with thick eyebrows and large eyes. His youthful face, which still held a hint of immaturity, seemed to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a thin robe, his figure was not particularly imposing, but solid and broad-shouldered.,"Oh, I forgot. The Lu family is a genuine descendant of the Fanyang Lu clan. She looks down on the Li royal family with mixed Han and Hu blood..."。