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Yan Xiaowang Twelve years, at the Chu Palace grand banquet, Prince Dan of Yan paid a visit to King of Chu in the palace, but made a mistake in etiquette, angering King of Chu.
Yan Dan smiled and said, "A gentleman greets others with propriety. I came to the palace to learn the rules of etiquette since I was unaware of them. Being corrected by King is a great honor."
King of Chu was pleased and ordered the palace Ritual Official to teach him. After ten days of practice without any progress, the Ritual Official sighed and said, "The Crown Prince is talented but simply does not understand etiquette."
Yan Dan heard this and laughed heartily, saying, "It is not that I do not understand etiquette; there are reasons for my actions that cannot be disclosed."
《Yan Family — Crown Prince Yan Dan Chapter Two》
She sniffed and said, "Your medical skills are excellent. Why don't we open a clinic? It could provide us with a livelihood."
Qing's greatest skill was his medical expertise; as for his swordsmanship, it could only rank second. So why must he insist on being a warrior Scholar?
Qing glanced at her coldly and said, "If you are willing, come with me. If not, roll back home."
Did she need to roll back? She always walked faster than she rolled.
However, this statement immediately extinguished her spark of wanting to make some money and ignited a greater ambition within her. Following Qing meant having food to eat and clothes to wear; this was the only truth she had learned in the past two years. If he wanted to be a warrior, then she would be a warrior alongside him. She lifted her head proudly and thought: in the future, she would achieve great things and bring honor to her family, so she could return home to see her elders. Although... she wasn't sure who those elders were.
To avoid trouble, Qing found a set of men's clothing for her to change into. Unexpectedly, when she dressed as a man, she looked even more convincing than as a woman. Her demeanor, posture, and gaze made her appear like a true man.
Her personality was already somewhat bold and carefree; dressing as a man suited her even better and looked more natural. However... Qing glanced at her with confusion about how her originally full chest had deflated.
Looking at her chest cautiously, he asked, "Isn't it tight?"
"It's fine." San Chun shrugged her shoulders; it was indeed tight but manageable enough for her to breathe.
Qing was speechless. There were not many places where she resembled a woman, and it was indeed true at this moment. She had great potential to be a man; every movement and every glance carried a hint of androgyny, yet it was infuriatingly charming.
He believed that if she were to be a woman, she would captivate everyone, and if she were to be a man, she would surely enchant the women of the realm. Even if she were neither distinctly male nor female, she could still dazzle the eunuchs of several royal courts.
He had never thought about what kind of person she was before, but now he realized that she was quite peculiar and strange. Her behavior seemed noble, but which noble family could raise a daughter like her?
Shaking his head helplessly, he asked her, "Do you really not remember who you are?"
San Chun waved her hand; she did not remember who she was, but she would never forget the day she woke up.
When she woke up, it felt as if she had been asleep for a long time. Blurrily opening her eyes and looking out the window, she saw the moon hanging in the branches, just a pale yellow halo surrounded by silence. Then, when she turned her head, she saw him.
Dressed in green, with an expressionless handsome face, he had a tall and straight figure with healthy wheat-colored skin, chiseled brows, a high nose bridge, thin yet tightly pressed lips, and a pair of pitch-black eyes that occasionally flashed with hints of dark green.
He did not radiate light like the sun or stars; instead, there was an aura of coolness that suggested he was a great hidden talent among the common folk—very cold yet incredibly attractive.
As they locked eyes, his expressionless face suddenly changed; he blinked at her, and the lines on his face softened significantly. Then, with his slightly magnetic voice, he asked her if she remembered who she was.
At that moment, her expression was one of confusion. She once thought that gaze held affection and was so captivated by his handsome appearance that she believed he was her husband or something similar. Because of this, she began to like him and appreciated the tenderness in his eyes. It wasn't until later during a deep conversation with him that she learned that he had been blinking due to discomfort in his eyes after applying medicine.
Her response back then was also one of confusion; unlike now when she loudly told him "I don't know." This... should count as progress for her, right?
Later on, some common knowledge and instinctive things were taught to her bit by bit by him. However, there were some things she seemed unable to learn forever—like working, cooking, or making a living...
Someone like Qing would starve no matter where they went; this was also the main reason he chose to bring her along. She agreed with this notion; even if she wouldn't starve to death, relying on him had already become a habit.
Seeing her hand almost about to break from waving so much, Qing knew he wouldn't get any answers from her. With her broken mind, whatever could be thought out had already been figured out long ago.
With a snort, he urged her to hurry on their way.
The two of them crossed a mountain and finally emerged from the remote village onto the Official Road.
This area belonged to the State of Chu, and no matter where they wanted to go, they had to pass through Chu Territory. Qing wanted to pay a visit to Feng Lingjun of the State of Chu, who was known for having thousands of guests and servants, and who particularly enjoyed associating with talented individuals.
San Chun rubbed her nose, feeling quite skeptical. "Can we really be considered talented individuals?"
Qing looked at her coldly. "You are not; I am."
Fine, she admitted that she was far inferior to him, but being so blunt was rather unkind.
She pouted, indicating her displeasure. She thought about her swordsmanship and wondered if it counted as talent. It's just that she had never showcased her sword in front of him, or anywhere else for that matter. She hadn't forgotten everything; at least the instinctive skills were still deeply ingrained within her.
But damn it, what exactly did her instincts include?
...
Five days later, San Chun appeared at the border of the State of Chu with a bundle in hand, alongside Qing.
In any place or country, traveling required money; cash was always useful. Those with money were in charge, while those without faced the risk of being treated poorly.
After three days on the road, they had spent all their money. Now they were just two destitute souls—simply put, broke. They couldn't scrape together even a single coin.
San Chun rubbed her stomach in hunger and complained, "Qing, you are a doctor after all; why are we so poor?"
Qingbai glanced at her and said, "Instead of complaining, you should think about how to earn some money." If it weren't for her insistence on staying at an inn and her refusal to only eat dry rations, they could have traveled at least half the distance with the money they had. Of course, the other half of the journey would require them to rack their brains just like now.
San Chun really tried hard to think. Earning money in this desolate wilderness was impossible. Eventually, she even began to consider that it might be better to find a town and let Qing sell herself or something.
Qing turned her head and looked deeply at her. "You might as well die."
Die? San Chun naturally disagreed. After suffering such serious injuries and barely surviving, how could she betray the kindness he showed her back then?
Giving up on the idea of having him sell himself, she thought that perhaps they could encounter a merchant caravan heading to Ying City; they might be able to hitch a ride for part of the journey.
Qing also believed that relying solely on their two legs to reach Ying City would be quite difficult. With no plans in mind, the two of them had no choice but to sit by the roadside and wait.
The two men sat on the ground in the bustling Official Road, making them quite conspicuous. Occasionally, a lone passerby would walk by and take a second glance at them. Most likely, they thought these two were odd.
Of course, that was Qing's perspective. San Chun, on the other hand, believed that these people must be captivated by their beauty and developed feelings of admiration.
After waiting for about an hour, a caravan indeed appeared on the Official Road. There were more than ten horse-drawn carriages, most of them lavishly decorated. Seven or eight guards led the way, followed by numerous attendants and slaves. It was quite an impressive sight.
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