Zhao Xingyue's legs softened and she knelt on the ground.
"Seventh Princess, let's begin." Ning Qingyan looked at her condescendingly.
Zhao Xingyue raised her head and saw Ning Qingyan smiling with her eyes narrowed, her eyes filled with red.
"Xingyue, do you want your father to personally host it?" Zhao Xingke reminded coldly.
He didn't want to do this, but he saw Uncle Yun's face getting worse and worse. If Uncle Yun was really angry, it would be his seventh sister who would be unlucky in the end!
Zhao Xingke's words made Zhao Xingyue's face suddenly turn pale, and his bloodless lips trembled for a few times. Finally, he lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said, "I... am not even as good as trash! I am not even as good as trash! I am not even as good as trash!"
What a shame!!!
Zhao Xingyue's eyes were full of hatred.
But when she raised her head and looked at Ning Qingyan again, her red eyes were full of tears.
"Auntie Huang!"
Ning Qingyan chuckled lightly and threw the sword in her hand to the stunned third prince, "The word 'imperial aunt' is quite powerful when the princess shouts 'the enemy who killed her father'."
These words caused the expressions of all the princes to change suddenly.
Ning Qingyan no longer cared about them, but said to Zhao Yun: "Your Majesty, should we go back?"
Ning Qingyan's appearance was reflected in Zhao Yun's deep dark eyes.
He nodded, and left gracefully with Ning Qingyan as all the princes watched.
…
"Ning Qingyan——! I'm going to kill you! Ahhhhh!"
It wasn't until the two figures, as well as a group of servants following them from a distance, walked out of the school grounds that Zhao Xingyue, who was still kneeling on the ground, let out a crazy scream.
"Enough!" Zhao Xingke frowned and stopped.
He stared at Zhao Xingyue, and his voice was cold: "Isn't today embarrassing enough?"
Zhao Xingyue looked at him angrily and aggrieved.
At this time, the people who had been sent by Zhao Xingke to find the emperor hurriedly came with the eunuch beside Zhao Zheng.
"Oh, my princess, why are you sitting on the ground?" The chief eunuch saw Zhao Xingyue kneeling on the ground from a distance and became anxious.
He personally helped Zhao Xingyue up from the ground, and Zhao Yun could not be found anywhere. He carefully probed: "Your Royal Highness, Prince Ding and Princess Ding..."
"Uncle Yun and Aunt Huang have left." Zhao Xingke suppressed the coldness on his face.
"Is there anything serious about Prince Ding's health?" the eunuch asked.
Zhao Xingke shook his head.
It was only then that the chief eunuch breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around and said to Zhao Xingyue, who had a look of hatred on his face: "Seventh Princess, Your Majesty asked me to take you back to the palace. Don't go out this month."
Doesn't this mean that her feet should be banned?!
Zhao Xingyue said angrily: "Why!"
The great eunuch sighed: "Your arrow almost hit King Ding and Princess Ding. Your Majesty only allowed you to be grounded for a month, which is already a mercy."
"Why is my father so partial? I was bullied by Ning and he ignored me and punished me!"
"Besides, my arrow didn't hit anyone! They weren't hurt at all! Why should I be punished!"
Zhao Xingyue ran out of the school grounds crying.
There was no other way, so the eunuch and his men hurriedly chased after him.
After everything was quiet, only a few princes were left on the campus, and they looked at each other.
It seems that only now have they had time to think about what happened before!
Ning Qingyan could actually catch the arrow shot at her with her bare hands?
Moreover, can he still defeat Zhao Xingyue in swordsmanship?
Why do they feel like they are dreaming?
"Isn't Ning Qingyan just a waste in a vase?" The second prince looked at the prince in confusion.
Zhao Xingke said solemnly: "Whether she is a waste or not, she will definitely insult the royal family."
"But...she is now married to Uncle Yun, so she can be considered a member of the royal family. My father should have known about it, but he didn't blame her."
Zhao Xingke looked at the direction Ning Qingyan left and said slowly: "Wherever you lose face, you can get it back. It has nothing to do with the father."
Several princes nodded.
Only the third prince, holding the sword that Ning Qingyan borrowed in his hand, didn't know what he was thinking.
…
On the carriage back to Prince Ding's palace, Zhao Yun's complexion seemed to be getting worse.
Ning Qingyan kept staring at him for a long time before he looked sideways at her. "What are you looking at, madam?"
"You seem pretty sure I can win?" Ning Qingyan asked.
There was no flaw in Zhao Yun's expression, and he said calmly: "You are the granddaughter of General Ning. Even if you can't practice Yuanli and become a real martial artist, you can still do some sword moves."
"The seventh princess is a fourth-level martial artist." Ning Qingyan didn't believe what he said.
Zhao Yundao: "The specific difference between martial arts cultivators at different levels lies in the strength of their Yuanli, not their moves."
"It is also because of this that too many martial arts cultivators only focus on improving the level of Yuanli and ignore the subtleties of moves."
"Although Zhao Xingyue's swordsmanship is good, it is only based on what she has learned. If she meets a real master, she will not be able to pass a single move."
'Pfft!'
Ning Qingyan laughed directly and looked at him playfully: "According to what you said, I am the real master."
Before Zhao Yun could answer, the smile on Ning Qingyan's face suddenly disappeared, and her eyes became cold and sharp. "But, not only do you have confidence in my swordsmanship, you are not surprised at all that I can catch the arrow."
"You don't even have any doubts about why the once stupid girl suddenly stopped being stupid?"
Ning Qingyan didn't believe it. There were so many doubts about her, and she had never covered them up. Even Li Yangzhou and Xiao Ruyi could see something was wrong. Could Zhao Yun not see it?
The most important thing is that Ning Qingyan feels that she cannot understand this man!
She originally thought he was just a sick man, but after the actual contact, she felt that this sick man's thoughts were unfathomable.
Amid repeated questioning, Zhao Yun did not feel at all flustered or guilty.
He looked at Ning Qingyan calmly and said only three words, "I believe in you."
"..." Ning Qingyan's joking expression froze.
The two looked at each other in mid-air for a long time, and finally Ning Qingyan withdrew all her attempts.
Seeing her looking out the window nonchalantly, Zhao Yun stared at her back in trance.
He couldn't help but touch his face and asked himself, 'Could it be that she has no impression of this face at all?'
He recognized her at a glance, but she seemed to have forgotten everything.
"You seem to know a lot about martial arts?" Ning Qingyan suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhao Yun's thoughts.
He raised his eyes and saw that the girl did not turn around, so he replied: "I am recuperating in the mansion and have nothing to do, so I read some books and got a general understanding."
Ning Qingyan suddenly turned around, "Then tell me?"
After she was reborn and woke up, she did a lot of messy things, but she didn't know much about the martial arts system on the mainland today.
The original owner had been confused for more than ten years, and his thoughts were all on Zhao Xingyao, let alone matters related to martial arts.
Therefore, Ning Qingyan only knows that the current martial arts system is divided into twelve levels.
What Zhao Yun said just now made Ning Qingyan suddenly feel that Zhao Yun understood it very well!