Murong Fu finished his movements and looked at them with a smile.

Shi Qingxuan and the other girls all looked blank, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Only Shi Feixuan understood and suddenly began to wield her sword.

Her movements were slow, as if she was unsure whether her sword strike was right or wrong, but she did it anyway.

They danced gracefully, beautifully, but without any apparent danger.

"Can such swordsmanship be used to subdue an enemy?"

Fu Junzhuo expressed her doubts.

Murong Fu said, "You are welcome to fight Fei Xuan."

Fu Junzhuo was tempted, but she was afraid that Shi Feixuan would lose face. After all, Shi Feixuan was the wife, while she was just a concubine. It would be so embarrassing if the concubine won against the wife.

Shi Feixuan stopped what she was doing and looked at Fu Junzhuo: "You can do it."

Fu Junzhuo stepped forward, drew her sword, and said, "Yi Sword Technique, Fu Junzhuo!"

"Tai Chi Swordplay, Shi Feixuan!"

Shi Feixuan's sword floated lightly, as if she couldn't hold it steady, as she calmly met Fu Junzhuo's gaze.

"Heaven and earth are the chessboard, all things are the chess pieces, and listen... to the sword's cry!"

Fu Junzhuo brandished her sword, and a huge phantom image of a chess piece appeared before her eyes. With a single stroke of her sword, it was as if a chess piece had fallen, as if she were playing a game of chess.

Shi Feixuan remained unmoved, letting the sword tip approach her, before suddenly making her move.

Suddenly, she raised her sword, and a huge Tai Chi diagram covered the chessboard. Before she knew it, Fu Junzhuo's sword was at her neck.

"How could this be... I lost in just one move?" Fu Junzhuo exclaimed in disbelief. "Is the Yi Sword Technique really that bad?"

"It's not your swordsmanship that's unbearable, it's you."

Shi Feixuan's ruthless words froze Fu Junzhuo's face.

"The Art of Swordplay uses all things as chess pieces; how magnificent!" Shi Feixuan continued, "To unleash the power of the Art of Swordplay, one needs exceptional talent, and you..."

Fu Junzhuo fell silent. She understood that her talent was limited, and her Yi Sword Technique was merely a formality without the true essence.

Murong Fu appeared behind Fu Junzhuo, put his arm around her slender waist, and said with a faint smile, "How about I teach you a simple skill, the Sunflower Manual? No need to practice swords and spears, just do embroidery every day, and you will have great power."

The Sunflower Manual was naturally obtained by Murong Fu from Dongfang Bai. That day, he not only gained Dongfang Bai's manpower but also saw the manual on him.

"Thank you, my husband."

Fu Junzhuo nodded dejectedly.

She was content as long as her husband loved her, and she didn't care about martial arts skills.

"Husband, what martial arts will you teach me?"

Shi Qingxuan walked over and hugged Murong Fu from behind.

Murong Fu pondered for a moment and said, "I have a song called 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,' which I can pass on to you."

Time flies.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the martial arts world.

A pair of young brothers rose to prominence, becoming innate masters at a young age. Their sword speed was incredibly fast, and anyone who witnessed them draw their swords was already dead.

In the imperial court.

Emperor Sui underwent a drastic change in personality. He suppressed civil officials, promoted military generals, and boldly appointed new people. At the same time, he stopped the previous projects of building palaces and digging canals, and also gave benefits to the people by exempting them from taxes this year.

As for what to do when the court has no money due to the absence of taxes? Then confiscate their property!

Tens of millions of taels of silver were confiscated from the homes of various ministers, greatly easing the court's financial burden.

However, none of this has much to do with Murong Fu.

Murong Fu thoroughly enjoyed his life with three wives and four concubines.

He enjoys discussing martial arts with his wives every day, from the couch to the kitchen, from the Sanwei Study to the Baicao Garden.

This day.

Murong Fu's peaceful life was disrupted.

"Hehe~~ Interesting. The dignified Holy Maiden of Cihang Jingzhai is actually holed up here serving a man. How interesting."

The young girl, dressed in white and barefoot, with her clothes fluttering in the wind, had a beautiful smile, like a succubus.

"Hmph! Demonic witch, how dare you show your face before me!"

Shi Feixuan climbed up, her figure shifting, leaving several afterimages in the air.

"So fast!"

Wanwan was shocked. Such a movement technique was even faster than the Illusionary Demon Movement Technique of the Demonic Sect.

Though startled, he remained calm.

With her flowing robes, she unleashed the Heavenly Demon Dance, releasing a unique fragrance that would intoxicate both men and women.

However, Shi Feixuan was completely unaffected and thrust out with her sword.

There is no way to avoid it.

"How could this be!"

Wanwan couldn't understand how Shi Feixuan's martial arts skills had improved so much in just half a month!

As the cold air seeped into her neck, Wanwan shuddered and dared not move at all.

If she moved again, she believed that Shi Feixuan would definitely sever her neck with a single sword stroke.

Wanwan was quite straightforward, saying frankly, "Shi Feixuan, you win. Do whatever you want with me."

"snort!"

Shi Feixuan pressed two points on his body, sealing his immobilization and speech acupoints.

They then escorted him down into the courtyard.

Shi Fei asked softly, "Husband, how should we deal with this vixen?"

Shi Qingxuan smiled and suggested, "I think it would be better to make her husband's concubine, so as not to bury the beauty of this enchantress."

Wanwan stared with her beautiful eyes, as if she had a thousand words to say, but no sound came out.

Murong Fu stepped forward and pinched Wanwan's cheek. "Miss Wanwan, we meet again. It's truly fate."

"Does your husband know her?"

Shi Feixuan felt threatened.

Murong Fu nodded and said, "That's right. I met Miss Wanwan once in Yangzhou City. At that time, Miss Wanwan said that she wanted to marry me."

"I can't believe it."

Shi Feixuan and Shi Qingxuan exchanged a glance; Wanwan had actually been engaged to her husband before them.

Wei Zhenzhen said, "It is true. Jun Zhuo and I were both present at the time."

Fu Junzhuo nodded in affirmation.

Shi Feixuan said firmly, "If that's the case, then let her be our wife, but she must be younger than us."

"I know that you and Wanwan have a rift, but from now on you will be family. You must love and cherish each other, understand?"

As Murong Fu spoke, he kissed Shi Feixuan on the forehead.

Shi Feixuan blushed slightly and nodded obediently.

Wanwan stared in disbelief. Was this really Shi Feixuan? The ethereal, otherworldly fairy Shi Feixuan? How could she have transformed into such a virtuous wife and loving mother? Marriage was terrifying!