These are just your guesses. I truly cannot think of what benefit the Sang Family Martial Arts appearing in my hands would bring to others. Are you trying to frame me? But I am merely a girl from the Sang Family. Back then, the Chongjing Emperor pardoned the married daughters of the Sang Family, and there was no decree stating that we could not learn the Sang Family Martial Arts.
Are you trying to use me? But I am just a useless noble who cannot inherit anything; what could I possibly offer?
"You are not useless. Your draw against the Wolf God has earned me quite a bit of money." Sang Qingxiao explained, "What I’m saying to you is merely to make you more alert, so you won't be blinded by others' good intentions. The Sang Family is always active; do not let your own people take advantage of you."
Chi Chen'an retorted, "Then what about you? Are you one of my own people? When you say these things to me, are you trying to use me?"
Sang Qingxiao carefully advised a few more words, "I won’t let you gather any more of the Sang Family Martial Arts because there is still a backup left with the Sang Family. Stay away from fireworks, especially keep your distance from Xiao Xiang Pavilion."
As for whether I am one of your own people, my answer is that I am here to repay a favor, but the premise of repaying that favor is that I will never involve my own people.
Even if this favor cannot be repaid?
"Yes," Sang Qingxiao emphasized again, "even if this favor cannot be repaid, I will never involve my own people!"
Chi Chen'an understood her meaning: "You are very clear-headed."
"Chi Chen'an, I hope you can remain as clear-headed as I am," Sang Qingxiao revealed a bit more, "The charges against the Sang Family by the Chongjing Emperor are not entirely slanderous. You carry more than just the Sang Family bloodline; although life has not been easy for the Chi Family, they have done their utmost to raise you over the years. Think carefully when faced with situations."
After a moment of silence, Chi Chen'an asked, "Is a storm coming?"
"So what!"
I need to think carefully. Chi Chen'an stood up and said he wanted to leave, thanking Miss Sang for her hospitality.
"Let me give you a parting gift," Sang Qingxiao tossed him a manual on spear techniques she obtained from an exile. "Practice this; I've seen your movements, and this manual suits you very well. Don't practice the Sang Family Martial Arts anymore; with a storm coming, it's better to be cautious."
Chi Chen'an eagerly flipped through a few pages and became captivated by its contents. He stood there for quite some time, surprised that she was really giving it to him.
Sang Qingxiao shrugged. "I have no use for it anyway. If you learn it well, I'll give you a few more."
"But how can I repay this?"
"It's called a parting gift," she waved her hand dismissively. "I have plenty more; but do you really intend to keep pretending like this? Qi Xiaomian is just slightly older than you and has already been granted a title."
Zhou Yunjin is also just slightly older than you; relying on the Black General, he has fought on the battlefield for many years.
You may be somewhat inferior to Qi Xiaomian but are several times better than Zhou Yunjin. At your age, Ji Qingqing's age—don't you want to take a chance?
My situation is different from theirs. Chi Chen'an forced a bitter smile.
What’s the difference? Are you worried about the Sang Family's bloodline, or are you concerned about the Chi Family's opinion?
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