Seeing that Xie Beihan wasn't completely clueless, Ye Siheng's expression softened slightly. "It's good that you understand. You spend all day studying Daoist techniques, ignoring other responsibilities. As the eldest son of Marquis Zhenbei, do you plan to continue like this forever? Once Marquis Zhenbei passes, the Marquisate is bound to decline."
Marquis Zhenbei originally intended for Xie Beihan to learn some Daoist techniques for self-defense. However, he never anticipated that his son would become so obsessed, to the point of refusing to enter officialdom. Out of options, they sought Ye Siheng's help.
"I work hard, and in the future, I can shine with my Daoist skills," Xie Beihan protested. "Isn't the Ninth Princess the same?"
"If you had the talent, I wouldn't stop you. But right now, you can't even handle a little ghost and get played by it. How do you expect to shine? You'd better choose another path sooner rather than later," Ye Siheng advised.