Feng Guang always felt that even if the child didn't say anything, he could easily make her feel sorry for him. After feeling sorry for him, she wanted to do something for him. Then, Xian Mo saw her clothes float in front of her.

He paused for a moment, took the clothes, put them on, and said thank you.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. This is all I can do to help you."

“No.” Xianmo smiled faintly. “Fengguang has helped me a lot.”

His eyes were clear, and the smile on his lips was like a gentle breeze. Feng Guang suddenly exclaimed, "Given time, A Mo, you will definitely be a handsome man who brings ruin to the country."

"Does Feng Guang want me to bring disaster to the country and its people?" He asked this question without a hint of joking, as if he would really do it if Feng Guang gave a definite answer.

She paused for a moment, then said, "Of course not."

"That hope was that I could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and protect my country."

"No, not exactly." She suddenly sighed. "I just hope that, no matter what, you can protect yourself."

She doesn't need to see him achieve great success and become a revered general, nor does she need him to have any extraordinary talents and be admired by everyone. She just wants him to live a good life, even if it's ordinary, that would be a good thing.

"I will protect myself." Xianmo's voice was calm and indifferent. "I will also get what I want."

Feng Guang sighed. She knew that since he had already become involved in the intrigues and backstabbing of the court, he was bound to develop ambitions. Moreover, his past experiences would have a significant impact on his mental state.

She knelt down in front of him and smiled, "It's time to go to the training ground, let's go."

He said softly, "Mmm."

However, not long after leaving Yihe Palace, when they were about to reach the martial arts arena, a group of people stopped Xianmo.

The one leading the group was the same eunuch who had informed Xianrang of Xianlong's serious illness last time. His name was Xiao Gaozi, and he was a confidant of Consort Yun. Now, he looked arrogant, showing none of the cowardice he had shown when he knelt before Xianrang last time.

"Your Highness, our Consort Yun invites you to visit us. Please come with us."

Without glancing to the side, Xianmo walked straight past Xiao Gaozi without uttering a word.

"Stop!" Xiao Gaozi stepped forward and put a hand on Xianmo's shoulder.

A flash of sword light, a spray of blood, and with a painful howl, a severed arm fell to the ground.

Xiao Gaozi was already rolling around on the ground in pain.

Xianmo took out a white handkerchief. He first wiped the blood off his face, then cleaned his longsword. Finally, he sheathed the sword, threw away the handkerchief, and continued walking forward as if he hadn't heard the wailing.

The group watched the boy walk away, and this time, no one dared to stop him.

On a secluded path, Xianmo stopped, his long, slightly curled eyelashes casting a shadow over his eyes. He suddenly exclaimed, "The scenery."

"I'm here." Her reply was quick, and there was nothing unusual in her voice. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He smiled slightly, said nothing more, and then walked towards the training ground.

Feng Guang followed beside him. Although he didn't show much joy, she could feel that the air around him had become much more relaxed.

She thought she was right not to say anything more.