"Jingchen, wake up..."

"Jing Chen?"

"Ye Jingchen—"

Xie Chang'an called out for a long time, but Ye Jingchen was still snoring softly, showing no sign of waking up.

Seeing that he would be late if he didn't get up, he reached out his wicked hand towards Ye Jingchen's cheek.

He didn't want to take the opportunity to pinch Ye Jingchen's cheek; he just wanted to wake him up.

But I have to say, the soft flesh on Ye Jingchen's cheeks feels really good.

Xie Chang'an became addicted to pinching, completely forgetting his original intention, until Ye Jingchen, who could no longer bear it, finally woke him up and slapped him hard.

With a loud 'smack,' Xie Chang'an's face was slapped to the side, demonstrating the force of the blow.

Ye Jingchen's sleep was so deceptive that he momentarily forgot about his morning grumpiness.

The slap woke Xie Chang'an up. He quickly grabbed Ye Jingchen's hand that had slapped him with one hand and pinched the wrist of Ye Jingchen's other hand that was about to slap him with the other.

Ye Jingchen struggled for a few moments, then his eyes gradually cleared.

"What are you trying to do?" Ye Jingchen asked with a strange expression. "Force yourself on me this early in the morning?"

Xie Chang'an was amused by his words. If it weren't for the serious consequences of missing his morning exercise, Xie Chang'an would have made Ye Jingchen pay the price for his slander.

He released Ye Jingchen's hand and reminded him, "My father is usually a joking and carefree person, but he is extremely serious when it comes to training. You probably don't want to know the consequences of being late in front of him!"

Ye Jingchen then remembered that starting today, he would have to leave his beloved bed at least an hour earlier every day!

A wave of sorrow washed over me.

But his sadness had barely begun when he saw the fresh handprint on Xie Chang'an's face.

The location of this handprint seems to be where his palm just touched.

He has a very clear understanding of the destructive power of his morning grumpiness.

But given Xie Chang'an's reaction speed, there's no reason why he couldn't dodge his slap.

"Why did I hit you?" Ye Jingchen asked curiously as he put on his clothes.

"How dare you, someone who hit someone, ask such a question with such self-righteousness?" Xie Chang'an asked with a blank face.

"You're still so young, your reaction time shouldn't be declining. Did you do something wrong just now?" Ye Jingchen guessed.

Xie Chang'an, feeling genuinely guilty, stiffened for a moment, but quickly recovered and questioned, "What wrong could I possibly have done? Why don't you reflect on why your morning temper is so unreasonable? We're already in this kind of relationship, so why did you instinctively hit me when you woke up? Don't you care about me at all?"

He learned this skill of turning the tables from Ye Jingchen.

Moreover, given his relationship with Ye Jingchen, what's wrong with just pinching his cheek?

Ye Jingchen was all too familiar with Xie Chang'an's behavior; it was one of his usual tricks!

Making a fuss or arguing is a sign of guilt, and guilt means that he has indeed done something wrong.

The fact that Xie Chang'an was slapped in the face meant that Xie Chang'an was very close to him at the time. He touched his cheek; it hurt a little. He had been woken up by the annoying hand that kept bothering his face.

Although Xie Chang'an pinched his face, he also slapped Xie Chang'an, so they were even.

"The slap mark on your face is quite obvious. Quickly find a way to cover it up, otherwise how will you explain it if your father sees it?" Ye Jingchen reminded him.

There was a bronze mirror in the room. Xie Chang'an looked closely at his face and saw a very clear handprint.

He said, "Why does it hurt so much?"

Ye Jingchen is truly ruthless; he actually had the heart to kill him like this!

"Why are you changing the subject? Do you really not care about me?" Xie Chang'an asked, covering his face.

This time it's a genuine questioning.

"Didn't you say your father hates people being late? Are you sure you want to argue with me about this at a time like this?"

Ye Jingchen didn't want to leave a bad impression on Xie Shaoling on the first day, so he asked somewhat speechlessly.

Xie Chang'an glanced around the room but couldn't find anything to cover the slap mark on his face. So he simply took out Mr. Li's specially made ointment for treating external injuries and used it to cover the mark on his face in front of the mirror.

After he finished covering up, Ye Jingchen had also finished washing up, and Xie Chang'an hurriedly led him to the training ground.

On the training ground, there was not only Xie Shaoling, but also Xu Jingjing and Xie Chang'an's uncles and aunts.

As the focus of everyone's attention, Ye Jingchen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Weapon racks were placed on both sides of the training ground, displaying various weapons such as knives, spears, clubs, and sticks, but mostly guns.

"Your Highness, please choose a suitable spear first," Xie Shaoling said to Ye Jingchen, pointing to the rows of spears.

"Is there any particular reason behind this?" Ye Jingchen asked, looking at the guns that didn't seem to be much different.

"Heavy guns have greater firepower, while light guns are more flexible and convenient to use; leaf-shaped gun tips are more effective against unarmored or lightly armored targets, while cone-shaped gun tips, also known as armor-piercing cones, are designed for heavy armor and have a smaller kill radius," Xie Shaoling explained simply.

"What about the length?" Ye Jingchen asked curiously.

Aside from the differences in weight and muzzle, the most obvious difference between these guns is their length.

"Raise your arms," ​​Xie Chang'an suddenly said.

Despite his doubts, Ye Jingchen still raised his arm as instructed.

"This is the ideal length, with the first knuckle of the middle finger being the best." Xie Chang'an said, pointing to the first knuckle of Ye Jingchen's middle finger.

"Lightweight, leaf-shaped, and the length is inconvenient for me to judge. Can you help me pick one out?" Ye Jingchen said to Xie Chang'an.

Xie Chang'an glanced at the weapon rack, walked straight to one of the rows, looked at two leaf-shaped light spears of the same length for a while, took out the one with a slightly thinner diameter, and handed it to Ye Jingchen.

Seeing this harmonious scene, Xu Jingjing felt particularly gratified.

She was genuinely worried that her young daughter would clash with the Crown Prince every day. Even if the Crown Prince had the best temper, he couldn't tolerate her forever.

Ye Jingchen held the spear in his hand and felt its weight; it was about three or four pounds, and his palm could just barely grip the shaft.

"The main techniques of marksmanship are blocking, seizing, and thrusting, with thrusting being the most important. Today, I'll teach you the correct gun-holding posture and thrusting technique." Xie Shaoling saw that Ye Jingchen had already chosen his gun and began the lesson.

"First, assume a half-horse stance; your lower body must be stable."

"Hold the handle with your back hand, palm against the bottom of the gun; hold the gun with your front hand under your ribs, palm facing inward!"

"The heel of the gun should be aligned with the arm bone, and the hand should be steady."

Xie Shaoling spoke while instructing Ye Jingchen on his movements.

After teaching him how to hold a gun, teach him how to thrust the gun.

"Push the next hand forward—"

"The front hand supports the back hand—"

Xie Shaoling was very serious when he taught him, and Ye Jingchen dared not be distracted, following each instruction and action.

"tie--"

"receive!"

"tie--"

"receive!"

Xie Shaoling called out in a deep voice.