"Who taught His Majesty that sword technique?!"
Jiang Qingyi narrowed her eyes and stared at Xiao Mo, completely unconcerned by how close she was to him.
"This sword technique? Back when I was still a prince, I once went into the mountains to sketch. I accidentally fell into a pit and ended up in a very strange place. A sword technique was carved into the stone wall there. Fortunately, I had brought ink and paper, so I copied it down."
Xiao Mo spouted nonsense with a perfectly straight face.
"Where was that cliff?" Jiang Qingyi pressed.
"I've forgotten." Xiao Mo shook his head. "After I climbed out, I tried to find that place again, but I couldn't."
"..." Jiang Qingyi lowered her head and fell silent.
She listened to his words and looked into his eyes.
Jiang Qingyi didn't think he was lying to her.
After all, he had obtained the Grass Character Sword Art in an ancient ruin himself.
She had thought he was born with knowledge, that he had inherited memories from a past life.
But now it seemed she had overthought it.
"His Majesty's sword technique is quite good." Jiang Qingyi composed herself. "But it feels like there are some issues."
"Issues?" Xiao Mo asked, puzzled.
Jiang Qingyi shook her head. "Perhaps 'issues' isn't the right word. I've never seen His Majesty's sword technique before, but from the moves you just performed, it seems it could be improved."
With that, Jiang Qingyi held out her fair hand toward Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo glanced at her palm, understood what she meant, and placed the Peach wood sword in her hand.
The moment the veiled woman gripped the wooden sword, Xiao Mo felt her bearing change completely.
It was as if she and the Peach wood sword had become