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Yan Xiaowang For twelve years, Yan Wang feared that Yan Dan would mislearn, so he sent several martial artists to Chu to teach him. The Crown Prince was eager to learn, memorizing hundreds of scrolls and practicing swordsmanship for several months.
That year, Sword Master Master Wei went to Chu, personally met the Crown Prince, and after observing his swordsmanship, covered his face and sighed deeply, saying, "The method of practicing swordsmanship lies in the heart; the ability to master it depends on talent. Without proper guidance, it is difficult to reach the realm of a Master."
The Crown Prince smiled and said, "Practicing swordsmanship is merely for strengthening the body; it is all for the sake of becoming a Master, so I fear I may be too ambitious."
The great figure appreciated him and took him as a disciple.
《Yan Family — Crown Prince Yan Dan Chapter Two》
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This stunning beauty in the story had a seemingly pleasant personality. Upon seeing them, she smiled and asked where they wanted to go.
Qing wanted to go to Ying City. Shang Family opened her mouth with a smile that seemed ready to bite, "Oh, how coincidental! We are headed the same way."
San Chun nodded; if they weren't going the same way, she wouldn't have come here.
Shang Family seemed to have a background in matchmaking, her words flowing smoothly. She first discussed how difficult life was outside, then warmly invited them to stay, promising them generous rewards while describing a future of wealth and prosperity. If it weren't for having seen the bamboo plaque beforehand, one might really think this top-notch beauty had good intentions.
San Chun always believed that if someone was overly enthusiastic, they likely had ulterior motives, just like Niushan Village's Fat Aunt. Once, when she saw her smiling at her three times in a row, she later found out that her family's dog "Fatty" had fallen into the river and she wanted her to rescue it.
She looked down on that dog for that; what kind of dog couldn't even swim?
However, this time Shang Family surely wasn't asking them to save a dog; it was very likely they intended to sell them as dog meat.
She lightly poked Qing's back with her finger, signaling him to refuse quickly.
Qing ignored her, stood up with a deep bow, and said, "Thank you all for taking us in; we will definitely serve you well."
Shang Family was quite satisfied and smiled, saying, "No need for formalities. Since we are traveling together, we should take care of each other."
San Chun felt that Qing's response was quite profound; his strength was not just physical but rather a matter of will. Although he did not explicitly state it, he was essentially refusing her, depending on whether this "big shot" could understand it or not.
It was clear that Shang Family did not possess the same level of interpretive ability as she did, and she had a good impression of Qing. Her captivating eyes were intentionally or unintentionally fixed on him, and her demeanor was somewhat flirtatious.
San Chun secretly speculated that she probably liked handsome men like Qing and seemed less interested in someone like herself. The mention of Qing's "great use" on the Bamboo Slip likely hinted at some intentions to keep him for herself.
She covered her mouth and chuckled, wondering how long Qing could maintain his composure when Shang Family made advances on him.
In fact, it turned out that Qing was not as soft-hearted as she imagined; his strength was far from trivial. Faced with a stunning beauty like Shang Family, he remained completely unfazed, focusing solely on the teacup in his hand and not even glancing at her.
San Chun admired him in secret and couldn't help but ask while accompanying him, "Don't you feel moved when you see a beautiful woman?"
Qing shot her a glance, "How could that be possible? Haven't you seen I haven't dared to look at her?" The implication being that if he did look, he might not be able to resist the temptation.
An honest and straightforward man is always the most charming. While she appreciated this quality in him, she couldn't help but feel a bit heartbroken; he could be moved by Shang Family, yet showed no affection towards her.
Because of this remark, after returning home, she borrowed a copper mirror from Quail Orchid, the girl accompanying them, and looked at herself from left to right for half an hour but still couldn't find any confidence.
She asked Quail Orchid, "Am I not beautiful?"
"You're beautiful indeed! I really like you," Quail Orchid replied with a bright smile, revealing two little tiger teeth and casting a charming gaze at her.
Quail Orchid was the most favored rising star of Shang Family, known for her exceptional dancing skills and beloved by nobles from various countries. San Chun thought she was a very lovely girl and quite friendly; unfortunately, her exuberance often intruded upon her time with Qing as she tried every means to flirt with him, which was quite distressing.
In truth, she didn't want to disappoint this beautiful girl either; however, she simply lacked certain qualities that made it impossible for her to compete.
Her lukewarm attitude only made Quail Orchid more persistent. One day, when Qing was not around, she suddenly hugged her tightly, took her hand and placed it in her embrace, whispering, "I want to be intimate with you, may I?"
Such a straightforward declaration startled San Chun to the point where she almost fled the scene. The soft sensation under her hand drove her wild; she pushed Quail Orchid away and shouted, "Help..."
After finally shaking her off and jumping out of the carriage, she noticed that a crowd had gathered around them, all looking at her with disdainful eyes. Their mocking expressions left her feeling at a loss. They were probably questioning her abilities in some way.
She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed herself. Fortunately, she wasn't a man; she couldn't relate to the feelings of a man's pride being hurt.
She chose to interpret their contemptuous gazes as admiration for her instead. After all, how many could refuse a beauty like Quail Orchid?
She didn't care much about how others viewed her as a man; what frustrated her was that Quail Orchid was only fourteen or fifteen years old yet had a much larger chest than hers. As a mature woman, how could she bear such a comparison?
Waaah~~~~(>_<)~~~~
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The Shang Family's patience was always limited. They had managed to brush them off the first time, but the second time they could no longer avoid it. The beautiful matchmaker clearly told them that they needed to join the Dance Troupe.
The two were unwilling and Qing firmly refused, reiterating that it was about "strength," not anything else.
Seeing that they had no intention of joining the Dance Troupe, the Shang Family did not kick them out but also stopped treating them with any special regard.
Soon after, their treatment changed drastically; they were first kicked off the carriage and then assigned to the Guard Squad as two Famous Sword warriors.
Their daily meals were now vastly different from before, and when those two Female Slaves saw them again, they turned their noses up and refused to look at them any longer.
In the Dance Troupe, the status of a swordsman was not low; it was better than that of laborers and slaves. However, it still couldn't compare to the affection lavished on the Shang Family's beloved cash cow.
Qing and San Chun had also experienced hardships, so they did not feel too sad about this change. However, others did not think the same way. Those swordsmen who originally looked down on them but still had some fear due to the Shang Family were now completely unrestrained.
Just then, the Steward had just introduced them to the Guard Squad when a Hulking Brute stepped forward.
He glared with wide eyes and bared his yellow teeth as he shouted, "Who do you think you are?"
San Chun noticed he was not looking at her and quickly stepped aside. She was not a green onion; no green onion was as fair as she was!
Qing responded, "Are you trying to provoke me?"
"Yes."
"Then please proceed."
He gave a slight bow and said no more. With a flick of his wrist, his sword danced like silver flowers. Everyone felt a flash before their eyes, and when they regained their composure, they couldn't help but gasp! His long sword was pointed directly at the Hulking Brute's throat, while the Hulking Brute's Brass Sword was still stuck in its sheath, unable to be drawn in time.
Anyone with eyes could see how great the difference between them was. The crowd had barely seen their movements before the fight was over.
On the ground lay a corpse, its face twisted in horror, with a pool of blood slowly seeping out from beneath it.
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