The Imperial Garden, the Prince's Wedding

At that, Zijing couldn't help giving a faint smile.

She lightly covered her red lips and murmured to herself, "Wang Xian... Besides being handsome, he's got a bit of a mischievous streak."

The dean burst out laughing.

Patting the back of his chair, he looked at Old Sun and said, "That boy was your student. You're allowed to pass judgment on him."

Old Sun shook his head and looked at Zijing. "Zijing, back then, Li Dalu was gravely wounded by an elder of the Kunlun Mountains and was on the brink of death... Wang Xian spent three days learning a sword intent from the teacher. You should still remember, right?"

At that, Li Dalu looked up in confusion at the dean before him and the young woman covering her lips.

After all, back then he had been hovering between life and death, with only one last breath keeping him alive.

A lot had happened at the Academy, and afterward the teacher hadn't explained much to him. Long Jingyu, that blockhead, had told him even less.

Zijing smiled faintly.

Looking at Li Dalu, she said, "That's right. Those were the most miraculous three days."

"Wang Xian spent three days and three nights studying a sword the teacher had drawn... They say he comprehended a sword intent, then loosed an arrow at the Kunlun Sword Sect on the night of the full moon."

At the thought of it, a faint blush spread across Zijing's face.

That night, she had stood behind Wang Xian. The two of them had poured every ounce of their strength into drawing that bamboo bow.

She didn't know that Mr. Bai behind them, the teacher in the bamboo grove, and even Old Sun in the library had all lent their strength.

Otherwise, she and Wang Xian alone could