Liver penetrates martial arts, instantly becoming a saint.

Chapter 352 White Face and Red Bow, Love Beyond One's Control, Little Tuan's Past, Loyal Wife

With a snap, the boat broke in two. Gu Nianjun quickly regained her senses, leaped into the water, and landed between the other boats. Zhou Shijie lay sideways inside the boat; as soon as the boat broke, he was submerged in the water.

At the second level of martial arts, one sinks upon entering the water. Their body is dragged downwards as if pulled by a heavy object. Gu Nianjun, preoccupied with other matters, didn't notice for a moment. Only when the water splashed and others cried out in alarm did he realize what was happening and immediately called for three ordinary people, all excellent swimmers, to rescue him.

Not long after.

Three wandering swordsmen escorted Zhou Shijie to the surface of the lake. One carried his legs, one his waist, and one his head. Zhou Shijie was filled with grief, thinking, "Zhou Shijie, oh Zhou Shijie, the world is vast, but none are as pathetic as you. Gu Nianjun has no feelings for you; she didn't even notice you falling into the water. What have you gained from your relentless pursuit?"

Having escaped the water, despite his severe injuries, he still wielded his lightness skill without hindrance. He slapped the water with his left palm, using the momentum to leap up from the surface, and then used his lightness skill to return to Gu Nianjun's side. The martial artist who had just rescued him was suddenly swept away by the raging waves and sank into the lake in an instant.

Fortunately, they were all good swimmers, and after the raging waves subsided, they swam back to the surface. They glared resentfully at Zhou Shijie, only to find him utterly devoid of gratitude. Their earlier sympathy vanished instantly, and they all thought, "This young master seems humble, but he completely looks down on us. Well, no wonder he was defeated by someone far more powerful; now that I think about it, he deserves it. If I were capable, I wouldn't have tolerated him."

Gu Nianjun frowned slightly. She rowed, rolled up her sleeves, and bent down to pull the three people out of the water. The three thanked her, saying, "Ah! Miss Gu, thank you so much for saving us!" Gu Nianjun smiled and said, "It is you who are thanking me for saving us! I only gave you a small helping hand; I dare not accept the title of rescuer."

Zhou Shijie, belatedly realizing what was happening, took a few steps closer and said calmly, "Thank you all for saving me. I am deeply grateful. If you ever need my help in the future, I will go through fire and water for you!"

The three of them thought, "You're quite adept at using polite words. Judging from your attitude, you seem to completely disregard us. You'll forget about us in a minute, and if we ever need your help in the future, we'll probably be driven away." They replied, "It was nothing, no need for thanks."

His initial impression of her vanished after just a brief encounter. Zhou Shijie ignored the three of them, and seeing Gu Nianjun gazing into the distance with a complex and questioning expression, he hesitated, knowing she was already suspicious. He said, "Nianjun, my right arm is severely injured and unlikely to be saved. I need to amputate my arm to treat the wound. Would you please bandage it for me?"

Seeing Zhou Shijie's severe injuries, Gu Nianjun, though having no feelings for him whatsoever, couldn't refuse him. She said, "I'm not good at treating wounds, but I remember there are several physicians among my fellow travelers. Let them treat my wounds, and I'll chat with you to distract myself and ease the pain."

Zhou Shijie said, "Alright!" When the doctor arrived by boat, he offered his right arm. The injury was terrible; bits of flesh were attached to fragments of bone, and it was impossible to save it. The forearm needed to be severed before further treatment could be given.

The doctor swiftly brought down his knife, and Zhou Shijie cried out in pain, his forehead covered in sweat. The doctor said, "Young Master Zhou, the follow-up treatment will be very painful, please bear with it!" He immediately applied his family's secret wound medicine to the wound.

Zhou Shijie was in excruciating pain. He noticed that Gu Nianjun's gaze, though concerned, was also filled with distracting thoughts. Despite his screams and cries of agony, he couldn't win her heart. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he slammed his palm down. The doctor, unaware of Zhou Shijie's sudden attack, was knocked into the lake. Zhou Shijie exclaimed, "I'm so sorry! I...I'm in unbearable pain, and my limbs are out of control!"

The doctor was out of danger, but severely injured. Gu Nianjun frowned and said in a deep voice, "If this continues, no one will treat you anymore." Zhou Shijie said, "This...this is not my wish, but that thief attacked too hard, and I am in too much pain! Nianjun...please talk to me to distract me and relieve the pain. My apologies, brother!"

The doctor was seriously injured and fell into the water, but was rescued and brought ashore.

Another doctor cautiously approached. Gu Nianjun sighed, "Alright!" She turned her attention back to the doctor, stood protectively beside him, and spoke with Zhou Shijie.

Zhou Shijie said, "Just now, Nianjun's archery was quite impressive, seemingly much better than before. How could you have improved so rapidly in such a short time?" Gu Nianjun replied, "Back in Flying Dragon City, I befriended a master archer. He had a profound understanding of archery and taught me archery every day, so naturally... naturally, my progress was rapid."

His heart pounded, filled with unease and a jumble of emotions. He glanced in a certain direction out of the corner of his eye. Zhou Shijie said, "Is that the pale-faced man with the red bow?"

Gu Nianjun said, "Yes. He...he..." A strange feeling lingered in her heart. Zhou Shijie said, "I greatly admire this Brother Liang. Why didn't you introduce me to him when you first met him?"

Gu Nianjun said, "I haven't thought about it much right now. In the future..." She wanted to say, "If there's an opportunity in the future, let's invite each other for drinks again." But she was too uneasy to say anything more.

Zhou Shijie said, "To be honest, during your disappearance, you saw that hero again." Gu Nianjun said, "Ah? Really? Why didn't you say so sooner?" The image of Li Xian's archery technique lingered in her mind, but they were too far apart to see clearly. Moreover, judging solely by the archery technique, it was difficult to confirm his identity. Having spent considerable time with "White-Faced Red Bow," she absolutely refused to believe that this person would engage in such thievery. She absolutely did not want to believe that the two were the same person. Yet, a vague feeling lingered, constantly affecting her mental and physical well-being, making her uneasy and uneasy. She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't help but overthink it. Hearing that Zhou Shijie had seen White-Faced Red Bow, she immediately shifted her focus.

Zhou Shijie said with a wry smile, "Back then...back then...ah..." Suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his arm, he gritted his teeth and laughed, "To be honest, I did have feelings for Nianjun back then. It was selfish of me, and I didn't want to mention it. But just now, Nianjun's martial arts were far superior to mine, and I knew I had no hope. So I let go of that knot in my heart."

Seeing the sincerity in his words, Gu Nianjun smiled and said, "That would be best. Brother Zhou is skilled in both literature and martial arts; there are plenty of women better than me. Although we have no romantic connection, our friendship in the prefecture will last forever. We will definitely be very good friends!"

Zhou Shijie laughed and said, "I'm very content to receive such a comment from you, Nianjun." Gu Nianjun suddenly thought of something and said, "Brother Zhou, your arm injury can actually regenerate."

Zhou Shijie said, "The world is full of wonders, and there are ways to regenerate severed limbs. But I don't know the way, so what use is it to me?" Gu Nianjun said, "At the confluence of the three paths, there is an extremely wealthy city-state called Jade City, which contains a 'Jade Saliva Muscle-Regenerating Ointment,' which is enough to regenerate severed limbs!"

Zhou Shijie secretly noted it down. Gu Nianjun said, "Right, let's get back to the main point. What did you talk about after you met that hero?"

Zhou Shijie said, "That hero's charisma and demeanor truly leave me speechless with admiration. You know me, Nianjun; I rarely admire anyone. But I admire that hero above all others."

Gu Nianjun said proudly, "Of course, not only you, but even me..." Her pretty face flushed slightly, but mindful of a woman's modesty, she said no more. Zhou Shijie said, "He is gentle and refined, kind and generous, and possesses astonishing talent, yet he shows no arrogance whatsoever. Such a person... I envy him to the extreme. He is truly a chosen one of heaven, a dragon among men."

Gu Nianjun felt a little strange, thinking, "When we first met, he treated me very indifferently. Gentle and refined... that's not quite right. But what I like most about him is his unrestrained and unruly nature, his lawlessness, like an arrow piercing through the air, dazzling and unparalleled."

Suspicion had already formed; he stared at Zhou Shijie and asked, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Could someone be impersonating you?"

Zhou Shijie already knew he had given himself away. He was not as cunning as Gu Nianjun and was extremely difficult to fool. But with his arm severed and injured, he took advantage of the situation to pull out his noodles, pretending to be in unbearable pain and unable to speak for a moment, using this opportunity to think of a countermeasure.

I recall that a few days before Gu Nianjun disappeared, she seemed to be lost in thought, as if she were searching for the figure of the pale-faced man with the red bow.

He calmly replied, "I was not mistaken. That hero told me that he had already gone out on business and was not in Flying Dragon City. Suddenly, he heard of a great upheaval in the city, with flower thieves causing chaos and women going missing. He was worried about your safety, so he returned to the city to check. At that time, you were nowhere to be found, and I assumed that you had been captured by the flower thieves. That's when I told him about it."

Gu Nianjun's pretty face flushed slightly, overjoyed, she thought to herself, "So that's how it is," but then she became worried: "If he thinks I was captured by the flower thief, does that mean he thinks I've lost my innocence? This... this means my reputation... won't it be tarnished?" Her disgust for the Flower Cage Sect deepened.

Zhou Shijie said, "That young master learned of this and was very concerned about you. He was determined to help capture the flower thief. That's why I told you before that if you capture the flower thief, you might be able to meet that young master again."

Gu Nianjun breathed a sigh of relief, her worries subsiding slightly, but she still hoped to meet him again. She asked, "Then... what did that young master say to you?"

Zhou Shijie, having dispelled Gu Nianjun's doubts, was already satisfied. Suddenly, he thought, "My hopes for Gu Nianjun are dashed. Gu Nianjun's appearance clearly shows she's fallen for him. She can be with anyone, but she absolutely cannot be with Li Xian. That scoundrel has cut off my arm and committed countless evil deeds; how can he expect all the good things to go to him? To think I can win the beauty's heart? Humph, absolutely impossible." Overwhelmed with jealousy and resentment, he said, "There's something… I haven't told you yet. I hope Nianjun won't be offended."

"When we met that day, we feared he was a flower thief in disguise, deliberately trying to trick us. Therefore, we asked him to remove his mask and reveal his identity and background. That's why I know his identity and background!"

Gu Nianjun said urgently, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Zhou Shijie said, "His appearance is a thousand times more handsome than Li Xian's, and his strength is ten thousand times greater than Li Xian's."

Gu Nianjun thought to herself, "Zhou Shijie harbors an extreme grudge against Li Xian. It would be difficult enough for him to surpass Li Xian in appearance, let alone a thousand or ten thousand times. How could there be such a person in the world? What I admire is not his appearance. Even if he is plain and unremarkable under the mask, I still admire him. But... his appearance is definitely not bad." Her heart stirred as she thought of the events of hunting foxes in the snowy mountains.

Zhou Shijie said, "Furthermore, his background and family circumstances are also extremely rare. He is none other than the Golden Boy of Daoxuan Mountain: Taishu Chunfeng. His surname is Taishu, and his given name is Chunfeng."

Gu Nianjun exclaimed in surprise, "So it's the Golden Boy of Dao Xuan Mountain? No wonder... no wonder he's so powerful!"

Zhou Shijie thought to himself, "This Xuan Mountain isn't in Yuzhou, it's quite far away. I deliberately made it sound remote so you wouldn't be able to investigate. Gu Nianjun, oh Gu Nianjun... since you don't like me, don't blame me for tricking you. You should also experience the pain of unrequited love. I'll continue to encourage you; I see that Li Xian doesn't have much affection for you either. When he hates you even more, or is completely killed, I'll tell you the truth, so you can taste the pain of a broken heart." He said, "Nianjun, although that scoundrel Li has temporarily escaped, he's a great menace and must be pursued and captured!"

Gu Nianjun thought to herself, "Now that we know his origins, there's no need to rush. If he's willing, we can always meet. Right now, Xiao Fan's future should be our priority!" She said, "You're right. If necessary, and Li Xianru refuses to absolve himself of his sins, it's better to just disappear without a trace."

"Otherwise, if someone uses this to attack Xiao Fan's loyalty in the future, all our previous efforts will be in vain."

Zhou Shijie said, "Absolutely! Though I am wounded, I am willing to help." But in his heart, he thought, "When the truth comes out, don't blame me for interfering. If you weren't so prejudiced, why would you have been persuaded by me?" He had suffered repeated setbacks and blows, his heart twisted. Although Gu Nianjun did not reciprocate his affections, she had never wronged him. His meticulous scheming and plotting inevitably led to ingratitude and cynicism.

Gu Nianjun regrouped and led his men back to shore by boat. It was nearly dusk by then. More than thirty flower bandits had been captured, and more than ten had been killed. The haul was plentiful. Some flower-printing disciples had been captured and were now bound with ropes and chains, unable to move.

Gu Nianjun interrogated the flower thief. Some tried to cheat his way out, offering clever excuses. But their schemes failed, and they were severely punished. They were stripped naked, their hands and feet bound, a noose around their necks, and hung from a tree to be watched slowly die.

Some frankly admitted that these wandering江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) figures were inherently loyal and acted entirely out of chivalry. Upon hearing of the crime, in a fit of rage, they struck him dead with a single blow. They were beaten to death by a group. Their deaths were extremely gruesome, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The disciple of the Flower Cage Sect was involved in a secret. His tendons in his feet and hands were severed, and he was castrated on the spot, making it impossible for him to have sexual relations again. He was tortured for all matters related to the Flower Cage Sect. Gu Nianjun left the manor and was originally the legitimate daughter of the Gu family of "Dragon Court Mansion" in Yu Nan Dao. She held a very high position, was decisive in killing, and had very strong methods.

As the truth gradually came to light, Zhou Shijie, realizing his own inferiority, felt even more ashamed. With everything settled, Gu Nianjun wanted to pursue Li Xian again. However, Li Xian was as cunning as a fox, and even Wen Caishang, with her shrewd schemes and strategies, had fallen into his trap and remained unable to move. Gu Nianjun's methods were considerable, but her attempt to capture Li Xian was futile.

Several attempts to find him were thwarted. With the vast sea of ​​people, the search seemed hopeless. Gu Nianjun was deeply worried, knowing that Li Xian had already begun to distinguish himself in the Flower Cage Sect, gradually revealing his true colors. If left unchecked, he would surely become infamous as a notorious flower thief. Although Gu Nianjun harbored prejudice against Li Xian, he felt no hatred. His only concern was that Xiao Fan's future would be ruined by him.

Two more days passed in the blink of an eye. Li Xian disappeared without a trace, like a fish entering the sea. No matter how many dangers or obstacles he faced, they could not bind him. No matter how many hardships he endured, they could not hinder his path.

Now, let's talk about the other side.

Bixiang Pavilion remains as before. Xiao Tuan has no worries about food and clothing, and has grown a little taller. She was originally a poor village girl, whose father died early. The orphan and her widow depended on each other for survival. Fortunately, her mother was skillful and knew how to embroider and do needlework, which was highly praised in the surrounding villages.

Gradually, villagers began seeking out her mother to mend and embellish their clothes. Although she couldn't earn money in return, she could occasionally exchange her efforts for a steamed bun or a bowl of soup, barely managing to fill her stomach.

As chaos drew near, ordinary people sank into a sea of ​​suffering, their lives filled with hardship. Little Tuan, influenced by her mother, learned needlework, embroidery, and other needlework skills. She was exceptionally intelligent, far surpassing ordinary people. She learned them skillfully and helped her mother with the work.

Unfortunately, her mother was unfortunate, and as the world grew increasingly chaotic, it was extremely difficult for the orphan and widow to survive. Although she possessed a skill, she was still bullied. She endured humiliation and swallowed her grievances, managing to barely make ends meet. Little Tuan saw all this; mature beyond her years, she could only comply.

When Xiao Tuan was five years old, her mother overworked herself and fell seriously ill, though not fatally. However, her hands and feet trembled, making it difficult for her to embroider anymore… Xiao Tuan had to take over her mother's work, mending clothes for others in exchange for food.

His mother, unwilling to be implicated, attempted suicide by hanging. However, clothing was too expensive, so she instead swallowed needles. When Xiao Tuan returned home and found his mother dead, a torrent of emotions overwhelmed him. He wailed for days, trying to wake his mother, but the deceased was gone, and his grief was futile.

Xiao Tuan thought to himself, "My mother and I have suffered so much. It would be good if she died. As long as she can rest peacefully after death, that would be a happy thing." So he started preparing a place for his mother to rest in peace.

When Xiao Tuan was three years old, she vaguely knew something. Her father, who had died young, was buried on a desolate mountain. Beside his earthen grave grew many evergreen trees. It seemed to be a good feng shui location. Being buried there meant that there would be shade from the trees when it was hot, and shelter from the wind when it was strong.

Unfortunately, someone targeted the grave and dug it up, leaving the remains scattered elsewhere. The earthen grave was then seized by a family from the same village. When my mother found out, she went to confront them. That family had three sons, each tall and strong, who were practically local bullies.

They beat their mother out. The mother and daughter were extremely thin and sought justice. However, the village chief and villagers were unwilling to mediate, fearing they would offend the village bully. In desperation, the mother and daughter had no choice but to work together to move their father's grave.

They chose a secluded spot for reburial.

That incident offended the village bully, who, not content with simply seizing a grave, would often urinate and defecate on the new grave, a blatant provocation. Mother and daughter suffered this abuse, forced to endure it silently. But since then, Xiao Tuan deeply felt the importance of peace after death. She thought, "The living can at least retaliate by cursing. The dead can't retaliate either. Mother said that Father, when he was alive, was tall and strong, a potential candidate for village chief. But after death, he was defected and urinated on, with no recourse. Mother… Mother says we can't let this continue!"

So she tried to give a grand funeral. But she had neither savings nor strength. Even digging up the grave was difficult. She was so worried that she felt dizzy. Moreover, the village bully refused to stop and continued to harass Xiao Tuan. He wanted to forcibly take Xiao Tuan into his home to be his child bride.

Finally, a villager, unable to bear it any longer, secretly found Xiao Tuan and said to her, "Xiao Tuan, you're quite pretty, very charming. This village is in trouble. Tomorrow I'll take an oxcart and deliver a pile of timber to the magistrate in the city. Hide your mother's body in the pile of firewood on the oxcart."

"You... you should consider selling yourself into servitude. That way you can bury your mother, which is better than being taken by that family as a child bride and being bullied for the rest of your life."

Xiao Tuan agreed. He dragged his mother's body, hid it inside the oxcart, and waited all night. The plan went smoothly, and the body was successfully transported into the city. Xiao Tuan then laid out the body using a relatively clean cloth.

The embroidery bore the words "Selling herself to bury her mother," written in delicate handwriting, hoping to catch the eye of a gentleman in the city. She was not bad-looking, quite young, and very talented. She was quickly chosen as a maid in a household.

The steward of the Liu family in town wanted to buy her for one hundred coins, but he needed to return to his mansion immediately. Xiao Tuan pleaded, "Sir, if I go back now, what will happen to my mother… what will happen to my mother? Could you grant me a few more days, until I have buried her…"

The steward said arrogantly, "Oh, oh, oh, a person is already dead, why bother with a burial? Or are you so precious that you, like those big shots, have to pick and choose your burial place after you die? You absolutely must be buried in a feng shui treasure land?"

"Come inside with us, and soon someone will take care of things for you."

"Just throw them into a mass grave, hey, that'll save you a lot of trouble."

Xiao Tuan said, "No, no, I only ask that my mother can rest in peace."

The steward cursed, "You don't know what's good for you! Heh, just wait and see. You'll be begging me to buy you then." He turned and left, and two guards from the Liu family came over and stood on the left and right sides of Xiao Tuan.

Given this situation, who would dare buy her? Xiao Tuan, dragging her mother along, had no choice but to change locations. But the Liu family guards followed closely. The world is cruel, always bullying the weak. Xiao Tuan felt hopeless when suddenly she heard the sound of approaching hooves.

A gentle female voice came from inside the carriage: "Uncle Xiang, stop."

Uncle Xiang tugged on the reins, and the carriage slowly came to a stop. Uncle Xiang asked, "Madam, what are your orders?"

A gentle voice rang out: "Take a look at that little girl." Uncle Xiang immediately jumped down from the carriage, examined the little girl's face, and said: "She has a pretty face, not bad."

The guard from the Liu family said in a deep voice, "I don't know who you two are, but my Liu family has already taken a liking to this girl."

The gentle voice continued, "Pinch her hand bones; her middle finger has four joints." Uncle Xiang did as he was told, saying, "Madam, you are right."

A soft murmur came from inside the carriage: "It's barely usable."

The Liu family guards said in a deep voice, "If you two don't know what's good for you, don't blame us for being impolite!"

The two men made a move to force him to speak. Unbeknownst to them, the lady inside the carriage was preoccupied with past events, having just been betrayed by her lover, and was extremely depressed. She casually muttered, "So noisy."

Uncle Xiang immediately struck out with his palm, hitting the guards on the liver with two loud "bangs." The two guards were sent flying backward, screaming in agony. The Liu family steward heard the commotion and rushed to the scene, but seeing the situation, he dared not show himself.

She immediately went back to the Liu family to fetch help. The lady sighed, "It seems I'm unlucky; buying a little boy has brought about such a commotion."

Uncle Xiang hurriedly said, "Madam is blessed with good fortune, how could she be so unlucky? I'll quickly deal with these villains." He leaped forward and unleashed a torrent of palm strikes, severely injuring them all.

He even beat Liu's steward half to death before Uncle Xiang returned to the carriage. The lady said, "Come with me now."

Little Tuan was clever and quick-witted; she knew these words were directed at her. She stepped in front of her and said, "I want to bury my mother."

The lady said, "If you pass the test, burying your mother will be no problem." Little Tuan, who had suffered so much bullying, exclaimed in surprise, "Ah? You...you actually agreed? You must be a good person!"

The lady didn't bother with it; burying someone was nothing to her. She was fair in rewarding and punishing her subordinates, so she didn't refuse. She said indifferently, "Follow me." Uncle Xiang had already driven the carriage slowly. Xiao Tuan gritted her teeth and dragged her mother along, following slowly behind.

They arrived at a mansion. From afar, Xiao Tuan caught a glimpse of the lady's figure: a flowing white dress, long, cascading hair, and fair skin. She was exquisitely noble, exceptionally beautiful, and every movement was elegant and graceful, but she seemed to be in a bad mood, with a hint of resentment in her brows.

Xiao Tuan had never seen such a beauty before, and was filled with boundless admiration. She dragged her mother to the vicinity, and as she got closer to the lady, she felt that seeing her up close was even better than looking from afar.

She knelt obediently before Wen Caishang. She saw the lady sitting in the pavilion, her legs crossed, her skirt swaying gently, her embroidered shoes exquisite, and every stitch of her clothing was fine, with a faint fragrance emanating from it.

Wen Caishang asked about her identity, background, and experiences. Xiao Tuan answered in detail, telling her everything.

Wen Caishang nodded slightly and ordered Uncle Xiang to prepare one hundred grains of red sand, one hundred grains of green sand, and one hundred grains of yellow sand, placing them in a black pottery jar. She said, "You have one night to separate the sand. If you can do it, I will bury your mother for you and choose an auspicious burial site. If you can finish it an hour earlier, I will kill the village bully and his family for you."

She said calmly, "If you cannot complete it, then you should leave."

Xiao Tuan was overjoyed and immediately devised a plan to remove the sand. She took out her silver needle and worked tirelessly through the night, completely absorbed in her task. When she finally finished removing all the sand and went to ask Uncle Xiang, there was still an hour until dawn.

Wen Caishang was slightly satisfied and said, "It's acceptable. In that case, I'll choose a burial site for your mother. Lead the way."

Xiao Tuan asked, "What route should we take?" Wen Caishang replied as usual, "Last night I promised you something: if you finish it soon, I'll help you kill the village bully's entire family."

Xiao Tuan hated the village bully intensely, but hesitated greatly before actually killing him. Wen Caishang said, "Lead the way." Xiao Tuan had no choice but to lead the way. Wen Caishang came to demand a life, and the village bully's entire family was killed.

Among them was a boy, about the same age as Xiao Tuan. Wen Caishang showed no mercy, easily taking his life with a single palm strike. Xiao Tuan stared blankly, feeling neither pleasure nor joy at the death of the village bully's family, silently retracting the words, "You must be a good person."

Fear began to creep into her heart. Her stepmother was given a grand funeral, and her father was then moved to be buried with her. Xiao Tuan followed Wen Caishang in death. Later, she realized that the lady was shrewd and had been establishing her authority. Since Li Xian had left, and Xiao Tuan was the chosen one to "wear the silkworm robe," she needed to be trained and disciplined.

Inside the Jade Fragrance Pavilion. Xiao Tuan, recalling past events, quietly slipped away through a side door, thinking to herself, "I wonder what opportunity the Madam will grant me. If it's a divine skill, hehe, that would be wonderful."

"Madam is so capable; it's enough that you've learned even half of it."

(End of this chapter)