Fiery Woman

At this very moment.

You Hun, who had been drinking tea in the main hall of the front courtyard, was so startled by the sudden thunderous crash that his hand shook, and scalding tea splashed straight onto his thigh, burning him so badly he sprang up with an "Aow!"

"Wh-what is going on?! Could there be an assassin?!" You Hun stared in terror toward the back courtyard, where dust was billowing into the sky, and hurriedly made to call for guards.

Deng Jiugong, however, looked perfectly calm and composed. He even lifted his teacup and unhurriedly blew at the foam on the surface.

"Doctor You, sit down, quickly. There is no need to panic, and even less need to make such a fuss."

Deng Jiugong chuckled as he pointed toward the rear courtyard and explained with a perfectly serene expression:

"Perhaps that troublesome girl of mine is practicing martial arts again. Since childhood, she has grown up with this old man in the military camp. If she does not stir up a bit of commotion every day, every bone in her body starts itching. This noise—I have listened to it for more than ten years. Perfectly normal!"

Looking at Deng Jiugong's utterly accustomed and unruffled face, You Hun could not help reaching up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Good heavens! You call that practicing martial arts? Isn't the future royal consort's combat strength a little too terrifying?

His Majesty may be strong and sturdy, but he is still flesh and blood, a mortal body.

Miss Deng is so fierce. If she enters the harem in the future, will His Majesty be able to endure it?

At the same time.

In the Martial Arts Arena of the rear courtyard.

The yellow dust and shattered stones that had