I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Pei Zhanyue rolled his eyes at him, his tone a little impatient but with a hint of concern.

"Of course, I could tell from your very first day here."

"Looking at your bones, you only have a couple of years left to live, and you still want to learn swordsmanship? You're really not afraid of death."

Gu Yan lowered her head, not expecting that Pei Zhanyue already knew.

"Senior, I don't want to die, that's why I want to become stronger, strong enough to protect myself and my grandfather."

Pei Zhanyue remained silent for a while, then reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Alright, stop thinking so much. Practice your sword. With me here, you won't die."

Gu Yan looked up at Pei Zhanyue; the old man's eyes were still so bright.

But there's something more in it: heartache, importance, and an indescribable tenderness.

"Master," he called out, his voice a little hoarse.

Pei Zhanyue paused for a moment, then laughed, a very happy laugh.

"Alright, it was worth calling him master. Come on, keep practicing. Five hundred strikes today."

Gu Yan nodded, raised the wooden sword, and chopped down repeatedly, sweat dripping onto the ground.

Pei Zhanyue sat beside him, watching and occasionally offering a few pointers, a smile always on his lips.

A few more days passed, and Gu Yan's life remained the same.

I was sandwiched between two breakfasts in the morning, and after eating, I went to learn knife skills. In the afternoon, I was surrounded by two women.

The chaotic scene was getting more and more outrageous, and he felt he couldn't take it anymore.

The sun was shining brightly that morning. He had just sat down in the courtyard when Lin Jinyu and Pei Yuran arrived.

One person was carrying a fried egg and thick porridge, while the other was carrying a bowl of thin porridge so watery you could see your reflection in it.

"Xiao Yan, eat mine." Lin Jinyu pushed the plate in front of him, her lips curling up in a wide smile.

Pei Yuran didn't speak, but placed the porridge on his right, her icy blue eyes fixed on him.

Gu Yan sighed and was about to start eating when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the courtyard gate.

Pei Youyi hurried in, followed by seven or eight servants.

Each servant was carrying something in their hands: clothes, jewelry, shoes, and accessories.

There were all sorts of things, displayed in a long string, so colorful and dazzling that it was hard to look away.

Gu Yan's eyes lit up; she could finally escape this predicament.

He quickly stood up, his voice filled with undisguised joy.

"Aunt Youyi, what's wrong? Why is there such a big commotion?"

Pei Youyi walked up to him with a gentle smile on her face, but her tone was very serious.

"The Marquis of Champion is back, that one from the Fu family, just returned from the border."

"A representative from my Pei family is going to pay a visit to the Marquis's residence. Xiao Yan, would you like to go and take a look?"

She paused, turned to look at Lin Jinyu, and added another sentence.

"Jinyu, your father also wants you to go."

"I already told him you were here when you came to the Pei family, so he knows."

Lin Jinyu was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her golden eyes.

Then she nodded, a smile playing on her lips, looking quite happy.

"Alright, I'll go. It's been a long time since I've seen the Marquis."

Pei Yuran stood to the side, her icy blue eyes looking at Pei Youyi.

"I'll go too."

Pei Youyi glanced at her, smiled, and nodded.

"Of course, you must go. How could the Pei family's representative be missing?"

Gu Yan stood in the middle, her mind starting to race.

Champion Marquis Fu Shiwei, a member of the Fu family, he remembered that the last time he saw her was several years ago.

At that time, he was still treating the two young ladies and went to attend some kind of banquet with Lin Zhenting and Lin Jinyu.

Fu Shiwei, dressed in military uniform, sat in the main seat, looking heroic and incredibly beautiful.

Her appearance is very unique, with an Eastern bone structure and Western features, making her look deep and delicate.

Some say that a patriarch of the Fu family once married a Westerner, and that's how the genes were passed down.

By the time it came to Fu Shiwei's generation, the mixed-race features were particularly obvious, and he was so good-looking that it was hard to look away.

More importantly, he arranged an interview with the bodyguard from the Fu family, who also shared the surname Fu.

Go see Champion Hou, and maybe you can find out who Fu Wanqing is.

He nodded, his tone sounding quite calm.

"Alright, I'll go take a look. It's been a long time since I've seen the Marquis."

Pei Youyi smiled and turned to instruct the servants to put the things away properly.

"These are all prepared for you: clothes, jewelry, shoes. Pick what you like."

She glanced at Gu Yan, and her ears turned slightly red again.

"Xiao Yan, I've prepared yours too. It's over there. Go take a look."

Gu Yan walked over, and the servants laid out the items one by one for him to see.

There were dark blue formal dresses, black Zhongshan suits, and silver-gray suit jackets.

Each piece is exquisitely tailored and made with high-quality fabrics; they are clearly top-tier handcrafted custom-made pieces.

He was looking when he heard Lin Jinyu's voice behind him.

"Xiao Yan, that dark blue one makes your skin look fairer."

Pei Yuran's voice rang out, cold but very serious.

"Black is good, you look good in black."

"The one from our ancestor is fine too."

The two started arguing again, one saying that dark blue exudes elegance, and the other saying that black is more composed.

Gu Yan was completely overwhelmed, so she grabbed whatever she could find and ran into the house.

"This is it. I'm going to change. You guys take your time choosing."

He closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long sigh.

The voices of Lin Jinyu and Pei Yuran could be heard outside; they were still arguing about which dress looked better.

Pei Youyi's gentle voice also urged, saying that both items were fine and to bring them both.

Gu Yan shook her head, looking at the clothes she was holding in her hand; it was a silver-gray suit.

The fabric felt very comfortable, and the cut was a perfect fit. He changed into it and tried it on.

The boy in the mirror was slender and fair-skinned, and the silver-gray color made him look even more noble.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his mind filled with thoughts of Champion Marquis Fu Shiwei.

He still remembered the stunningly beautiful mixed-race woman sitting in the main seat, dressed in military uniform.

And then there's Fu Wanqing, who's going to have an interview. She's also surnamed Fu. I wonder if she has any connection to the Marquis's mansion.

He straightened his collar, pushed open the door, and went out.

In the courtyard, Lin Jinyu changed into a golden dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, looking stunningly beautiful.

Pei Yuran changed into a white long dress, looking as serene and cool as the moonlight on a snow-capped mountain.

Pei Youyi wore a light purple cheongsam, which perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure.

The three people standing together each possessed their own unique beauty, illuminating the entire courtyard.

Gu Yan walked out, and the three of them looked at him at the same time.

The silver-gray suit he wore accentuated his refined features, creating a sickly beauty that was impossible to look away from.

Lin Jinyu's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth turned up.

"It's alright, it looks pretty good."

Pei Yuran didn't speak, but a glint of light flashed in her icy blue eyes.

Pei Youyi smiled and came over to straighten his collar.

The movement was natural, but when their fingers touched his neck, they both froze for a moment.

She quickly withdrew her hand, coughed lightly, and turned her head.

"Let's go, the carriage is waiting outside. Don't keep the Marquis waiting too long."

The four people walked out, followed by servants carrying spare clothes and jewelry.

Gu Yan walked in the middle, with Pei Yuran on her left, Lin Jinyu on her right, and Pei Youyi in front of her.

Logically speaking, I can't hide it anymore now, and it seems that there has been no follow-up since Elder Zhou came last time.

Jin Yu no longer insisted on taking him away as before.

As long as I find a bodyguard and bring my grandfather back, with Aunt Youyi's help, everything should go smoothly.

But this time we went to the Marquis's residence.

For some reason, I have a bad feeling.