Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Su Yingxue knew that Madam Wu would be paranoid. After finishing her act at Madam Wuâs side, she began sparring with Lin Sisi.
When they reached the corridor, Lin Sisi taught Su Yingxue how to handle the whip. âDr. Su, pay close attention. This whip is a flexible weapon. If you dance with grace, it will harmonize with your intentions, striking wherever you desire. Itâs more versatile than a sword!â
âPhew!â
Lin Sisiâs whip flew out, releasing an invisible force as it sped toward the flower bed. Su Yingxue expected it to shatter the flower bed, but to her surprise, the whipâs end gently brushed past, only removing a leaf. It was flexible and agile.
With a flick of Lin Sisiâs wrist, the seemingly weak whip forcefully pierced a hole through the thick wall.
Su Yingxue was quite amazed. âThis whip is incredibly agile!â
Lin Sisi retracted the whip and handed it to her. âDr. Su, give it a try. Your internal strength is not weak. I believe you can master it!â
Su Yingxue aimed to emulate Lin Sisiâs previous graceful leaf-clearing move but inadvertently miscalculated her strength, resulting in the destruction of the entire flower bed. A pot of blooming hydrangeas fell victim to her unintentional onslaught.
Su Yingxue couldnât help but feel regretful. âI still need to work on my strength control.â
âNot bad. A whip is a weapon, and weapons must have killing power.
Otherwise, how would you defend yourself or confront an enemy?â Chu Yihanâs magnetic voice resembled aged wine, instantly intoxicating.
Lin Sisiâs eyes widened as she pointed at Chu Yihan. âYour Highness! The living Ninth Prince!â
Su Yingxue blushed and whispered, âIsnât he a living person after all?â
âOh, Iâve never seen a living Ninth Prince before! Ninth Prince, youâre my ultimate idol! Iâve admired you for so many years!â
Lin Sisi eagerly stepped forward and knelt before Chu Yihan, her bowing gesture grander than necessary.
Su Yingxue couldnât help but chuckle. âThose who know might think youâre worshiping a prince, while those who donât might mistake it for worshiping a deity.â
âYour Highness is the God of War! You donât know, Iâve admired him for many years! Your Highness, can I have the honor of becoming your disciple? Iâve read all the stories Ninth Prince wrote about your battlefield feats. Youâre truly amazing! Please accept me as your disciple!â
Lin Sisi was excessively enthusiastic and kowtowed to Chu Yihan with great sincerity.
Chu Yihanâs expression remained cold. âI do not take disciples.â
Lin Sisi felt disheartened. Was the rejection so cold and heartless?
Chu Yihan walked towards Su Yingxue. She was dressed exceptionally delicately today. Her face, which had been blushed from the whip, radiated a pink hue, accentuating her fair, jade-like skin, tempting anyone to pinch her.
Chu Yihan couldnât resist pinching the soft flesh of her face. This gesture stirred something within him.
Seeing her embarrassment and her attempts to hide the whip, Chu Yihan reassured her, âYou havenât used the whip for long. With more practice, youâll learn to control its strength. Youâre already doing quite well.â
âYes, Iâll practice more. After all, Iâm quite clever!â Su Yingxue tilted her little face toward Chu Yihan, resembling an elf from the midst of flowers, a mix of cuteness and mischief.
Lin Sisi stood behind a pillar, observed this scene, and then thought about Chu Yihanâs cold attitude towards her. Suddenly, she understood.. There were significant differences among people!â