Passing On the Sword Art

Seeing her appear, Fu Biqiong smiled.

Her smile held affection, delight, and hope.

Smiling, she pointed at Chu Zhiyuan. "Xiao Zheng, this is the Ninth Prince and Miss Li."

Then she said, "Your Highness, this is my disciple, Fu Zheng."

Fu Zheng clasped her fists and said brightly, "Greetings, Your Highness. Greetings, Miss Li."

Her lively eyes fixed on Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan looked her over in return. "What is Miss Fu looking at?"

Her skin was like congealed cream, with almond eyes and peach-blossom cheeks—a rare beauty indeed.

More importantly, when her almond eyes shifted, they brimmed with intelligence and spiritual grace.

"I have long heard of the Ninth Prince's great name. Today, I finally get to see you in person."

"My infamous reputation, perhaps?"

Fu Zheng said, "Everyone thinks Your Highness is wise and valiant, truly remarkable."

Chu Zhiyuan raised his sword-like brows and could not help smiling. "Miss Fu certainly speaks pleasantly."

Fu Biqiong said, "Your Highness, Xiao Zheng is not merely being polite. She truly admires you."

"You dealt ruthlessly with those two Princes of the Yuan Zhen Dynasty—what a thoroughly satisfying sight!" Fu Zheng said. "They actually dared swagger into our Jade Scenery Dynasty and throw their weight around. They were simply bringing humiliation upon themselves!"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "They came prepared. My victory was a dangerous one as well."

"But to outsiders, Your Highness appeared utterly at ease, as though it were a piece of cake."

"That was only the surface. In truth, I won through a trick, defeating strength with strategy. It only looked as though I had overcome them with force."

"It was actually a scheme?" Fu Zheng revealed an expression of boundless curiosity and hurriedly asked, "What scheme did Your Highness use? How did you plot against them?"

She was curious