Chu Qingyuan was indeed the best choice, but this was dangerous, and Chu Dalong still did not want her risking her life.
So whether she went or not would have to depend on what Chu Qingyuan wanted.
"Of course."
Chu Zhankuo nodded.
Chu Dalong did not want Chu Qingyuan risking her life, and how could he, her eldest brother, want that either?
In the end, it was a last resort. If he did not bring it up, Fourth Uncle, Uncle Duan, or even his father would. No matter how many candidates they considered, the choice would ultimately fall on Chu Qingyuan.
Since that was the case, he might as well be the one to broach it. At least he could ask what Chu Qingyuan thought.
They discussed it for a while but still reached no conclusion. Each carrying a shadow over their heart, they dispersed.
Chu Qingyuan lived in a rather secluded spot, her courtyard peaceful. When Chu Zhankuo came looking for her, he unexpectedly found her practicing her sword under the moonlight, each movement precise and disciplined. Her blade stirred a fierce wind, and she really did look the part.
At least to Chu Zhankuo, Chu Qingyuan's swordsmanship was already quite impressive. Those so-called sword grandmasters outside were no better.
After all, she possessed an immortal spirit root and had the finest aptitude in the Chu Family. Whatever she did, she was far more gifted than ordinary people.
"Qingyuan," Chu Zhankuo called.
Hearing him, Chu Qingyuan put away her sword and asked in puzzlement, "Eldest Brother, weren't you going to see Father? What brings you here?"
Chu Zhankuo gave a dry cough and scratched his head awkwardly, truly unsure how to begin.
Chu Qingyuan sensed something was amiss and asked, "Eldest Brother, just say what's on your mind.