Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Xia Ruoling swung her sword.

A white sword aura flew past Xia Man'er's scalp, shaving off a section of her hair.

Xia Man'er touched the top of her head.

His anger surged straight to the top of his head.

"You dare cut my hair! I'll smash you into a groundhog today!"

Xia Man'er unleashed both hammers simultaneously, pouring spiritual energy into the hammers, causing the surface of the Xuan Tie hammers to glow red.

Xia Ruoling stopped hiding.

She raised the "Mingxin" sword, and the sword shone brightly with white light.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sword and hammer collided wildly in mid-air.

Sparks flew higher than a person.

The deafening clang of metal clashing echoed one after another, shaking the weapon racks surrounding the training ground.

Neither of them would give an inch, completely abandoning defense and attacking directly for vital points with every move.

Xia Man'er smashed the stone lion at the edge of the training ground into dust with a single blow.

Xia Ruoling swept her sword across, cutting all the dozens of spears on the weapon rack in half.

The two were like two demolition machines, unleashing their fury on the training field.

"If you keep dodging, I'll crush all your favorite beauty pills!"

Xia Man'er pointed at Xia Ruoling and said angrily.

"You dare! If you crush my beauty-enhancing pill, I'll throw away all the candied hawthorns you hid under your bed!"

Xia Ruoling's eyes widened, and she threatened Xia Man'er in return.

"You dare touch my candied hawthorns! I'll fight you to the death!"

Xia Man'er, not to be outdone, went completely berserk.

"Clang clang clang!"

"Ping pong!"

The two collided again.

The spiritual energy surged, erupting with a deafening roar.

The bluestone slabs of the drill ground shattered into pieces, and the pebbles flew everywhere like a rainstorm.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

far away.

A patrol of imperial guards huddled behind a white marble pillar a hundred meters away.

The Imperial Guard in armor covered his head with his hands, trembling.

"These two old ladies are fighting again! The destructive power is even more outrageous than a psionic annihilation cannon!"

The Imperial Guard B wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"If this fighting continues, the palace might be reduced to ruins. Should we go and try to stop them?"

"Who dares to intervene? Didn't you see Commander Zhao almost get internal injuries from that hammer when he tried to break up the fight the day before yesterday?"

"We can't afford to mess with them, let's stay away to avoid being physically executed."

Several imperial guards scrambled away, fearing they would be blown to the head by flying stones.

"Captain, should we go and report to Her Majesty the Empress?"

"Report what?! The Empress is staring blankly at that mirror all day now, who would dare to provoke her?"

"Let them fight, as long as they don't demolish the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

Much later.

In the center of the drill ground.

The dust gradually settled.

Xia Man'er loosened her grip, and the two heavy iron hammers, each weighing 800 jin (approximately 400 kg), fell to the ground with a clang.

She lay on her back in the pile of rubble, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

The spiritual energy was completely exhausted.

I don't even have the strength to move a finger.

Xia Ruoling couldn't hold on any longer either. With a "clang," the "Mingxin" sword stuck into the ground, and she lay down next to Xia Man'er in a starfish position.

The two looked at the sky.

He was covered in sweat, his clothes were tattered and covered in dust and dirt.

Xia Ruoling's skirt was torn by the hammer wind, revealing her fair legs.

Xia Man'er's tight-fitting clothes were also torn by the sword energy, turning into strips of cloth.

"You naive and innocent girl, you're really ruthless," Xia Man'er complained.

"You violent maniac, you almost ruined my face! What if my husband comes back and doesn't want me anymore because I'm disfigured?!"

Xia Ruoling retaliated.

Quiet.

The wind blew across the drill ground, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Xia Man'er suddenly grabbed a handful of pebbles and threw them forcefully into the air.

"Damn it! Are you blind?! Why did you take my Lin Mo away?!"

Xia Man'er shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing across the empty training ground.

"He's so nice! He bought me candied hawthorns! He took me to eat delicious food! What right do you have to arrest him!"

Tears mixed with sweat fell down, leaving two muddy streaks.

Xia Man'er cried very hard, like a child who had lost her favorite toy.

Xia Ruoling stared blankly at the sky.

The clouds moved slowly.

"My husband will come back," Xia Ruoling said firmly.

"What makes you so sure?" Xia Man'er turned her head to look at her, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Because my husband is handsome."

"Godly gold!"

……

Unlike the Royal Training Ground.

Inside Yanxi Palace, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

The atmosphere, however, was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Mu Wanrong, Xia Qinghan, and Lin Yun'er sat around a round table, their eyes fixed on Xia Youyue across from them.

Xia Youyue sat cross-legged on the soft couch, her eyes covered by black silk.

She formed a hand seal, and her body was surrounded by wisps of dark light.

This is her "Netherworld Body" operating at full power, attempting to peek into the secrets of heaven.

An incense stick has burned out.

Xia Youyue's originally fair face was now as pale as paper.

Large beads of sweat dripped down her chin, wetting her clothes.

Her body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Xia Qinghan gritted her teeth, suddenly stood up, and reached out to touch Xia Youyue.

"No, she can't hold on any longer! I'll go stop her!"

"Smack."

Mu Wanrong grabbed Xia Qinghan's wrist, her eyes stern.

"Keep calm. If you interrupt her now, she will suffer a very serious backlash."

"But..." Xia Qinghan's eyes were red-rimmed, her voice trembling, "If this continues, she'll die!"

Mu Wanrong gripped her hand tightly. "This is her own choice, and it may be our only hope of finding a husband."

Xia Qinghan struggled for a moment, then slumped back into her chair.

She bit her lower lip so hard that it bled.

Lin Yun'er, standing to the side, twisted her handkerchief, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out loud.

Another cup of tea's time passed.

The black light surrounding Xia Youyue suddenly dissipated.

"puff!"

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed onto the couch as if all her strength had been drained.

"Fourth Sister!"

Xia Qinghan and Lin Yun'er immediately pounced on them.

Mu Wanrong took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from Xia Youyue's lips, her voice trembling slightly: "Youyue, how are you?"

Xia Youyue leaned against Xia Qinghan's chest, breathing heavily.

She slowly shook her head, her cold face filled with bitterness and despair.

"I tried to find the one line in the countless threads of cause and effect in the world that severed my husband's life..."

Xia Youyue's voice was hoarse.

"But I can't find him. Just emptiness. It's as if... he has completely vanished from this world."

The room was deathly silent.

No one spoke. Only Lin Yun'er's suppressed sobs could be heard.

The causal link has been severed, which is more despairing than any bad news.

……

Night deepened.

In Yu Ji's bedroom, the candlelight was dim.

She was wearing a sheer nightgown and sitting in front of the dressing table.

Looking at her alluring face in the mirror, her eyes were utterly empty.

squeak-

The door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind swept in.

Ye Meier, dressed in a long black dress, walked in silently.

Yu Ji did not turn around, but only looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"You came to see me so late, did you get any results?"