Call Me King

Great aristocratic families like the Jia Clan had their own schools and martial halls.

They ensured that, even if the family's descendants were not accomplished in both literature and martial arts, they would at least be above average.

Even children from distant collateral branches and household-born servants could attend the schools and martial halls.

The Jia Clan's school was still operating, but its martial hall had long since fallen into disuse.

Yesterday, after Tang Luo took charge of Ningguo Mansion and had Bajie oversee martial affairs, the martial hall was cleaned up and reopened.

After considerable effort, they barely managed to clear out the martial training grounds.

However, ever since learning that this was not merely Dream of the Red Chamber, but a world of the "Four Great Classics," Bajie had set these matters aside, left Great Gan, and gone traveling through the other two countries.

Ao Yulie had originally considered going along, but he was currently living as Jia Huan, so it was inconvenient for him to wander about freely.

The sky was still dim with dawn when people began arriving at the cold, desolate training grounds in twos and threes.

Though the darkness had receded, it was still early, bitterly cold, and the newly cleared ground beneath their feet was far from level.

A group of young ladies and maids could be seen walking somewhat unsteadily.

Fortunately, though they did not practice martial arts, martial culture flourished in this age, and the spirit of martial pursuits ran strong. More or less, they had all practiced some basic fist and kicking techniques.

They were not like in the original work—sickly and frail, delicate as porcelain dolls, lovely to look at but untouchable, liable to shatter at the slightest contact.

Interestingly enough, aside from Jia Huan—Ao Yulie—the group of fluttering