"Miss, we have arrived at the General's Mansion."

At six quarters past noon, a plain carriage drove to the gate of the General's Mansion in the east of the city.

The driver drew back the carriage curtains, and Hua Qingcheng, dressed in a red and black outfit, emerged unhurriedly from the carriage, then easily jumped off. Shan Zuo, following closely behind, handed the driver the fare, and he drove off.

After getting off the car, Hua Qingcheng looked ahead and saw a majestic and imposing mansion with high walls and a vermilion gate. She looked up at the large plaque above the gate, painted in gold, that read "General's Mansion." She felt an inexplicable sense of solemnity and majesty.

"Stop, who are you? This is the general's residence. No outsiders are allowed to trespass. Please leave immediately."

Without a doubt, Hua Qingcheng was stopped by the guards on duty holding swords before she even got close to the gate of the general's mansion.

"My name is Hua Qingcheng, and I have submitted a visiting card to the general." Hua Qingcheng stood proudly in front of the guards and answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"It's Miss Hua, please wait a moment."

Upon hearing this, the guard put away his sheathed sword and asked the doorman to open the door.

"Miss Hua, please!" The guard turned sideways and made an inviting gesture towards Hua Qingcheng.

Miss Hua, Miss Hua, Miss Hua again! Hua Qingcheng was speechless. At this moment, she really wanted to go back and just take her father's surname, Ye.

"I am Qian Mantang, the steward of the Grand General's Mansion. The master, the old general, and the old man have been waiting for our distinguished guest for a long time. Miss Hua, please come this way!"

As soon as Hua Qingcheng stepped into the gate of the General's Mansion, a middle-aged man in gray clothes and full of energy appeared in front of her to greet her.

"Thank you." Hua Qingcheng nodded slightly to the other party.

Unlike the opulent and magnificent Prime Minister's Mansion, with its carved beams and painted rafters, the General's Mansion presented an atmosphere of luxury without extravagance, simplicity without distinction. Passing through the hall flanked by winding corridors on either side, Hua Qingcheng followed Butler Qian to the front courtyard hall.

"Sister Qingcheng, you are here."

Seeing Hua Qingcheng had already stepped into the front yard, Feng Qiyan immediately came out from the hall to greet her.

Feng Qiyan was dressed today in a maroon brocade robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and flying fish, with dark-colored wrist guards and a gold-studded leather belt around her waist. Her soft hair was tied up high, secured with a golden crown. Although she was young, she possessed the unwavering character and valiant spirit of a daughter of a military family.

"It's Qi Yan. I haven't seen her for two months. She seems to have grown taller and become more beautiful." Hua Qingcheng praised her without hesitation.

Feng Qiyan felt sweet in her heart when she heard this, but when she thought of her mission today, she suppressed the upward corners of her mouth and deliberately put on a stern face, for fear of revealing her true feelings.

"Sister Qingcheng, although what you said is true, I can't let you off easily just because you praised me." Feng Qiyan turned the sheathed dagger in her hand and said slowly.

"Um?"

Hua Qingcheng raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Feng Qiyan, who was craning her neck to look at her, with interest.

“Cough cough cough…”

"Miss Hua, I am speaking to you now as Feng Qiyan, the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion. If you want to marry someone from my Mansion, you naturally have to follow the rules of our Mansion." Although she is the only young master in the entire General's Mansion except Si Chengfeng, she has to exude her aura.

"Well, that's not wrong." Hua Qingcheng raised the corners of her lips slightly, looked at the smart little Feng Qiyan, and said seriously.

"Someone come!"

Following Feng Qiyan's shout, a servant came forward and took the dagger from Feng Qiyan's hand.

"Hua Qingcheng, the young master of my general's mansion will not marry a coward, and not everyone can marry him. If you want to marry my brother, you have to pass me first." Feng Qiyan made a handsome gesture to Hua Qingcheng to invite her to a duel. Although she was only eight years old, she had been a martial artist for five years.

"In that case, I'm sorry!"

Hua Qingcheng was not so stupid as to think Feng Qiyan was just an ordinary eight-year-old child. Just by looking at the fact that old man Mulanjin could break a sharp sword with his bare fingers, she knew that the people of the Feng family were not simple.

Facing Feng Qiyan who had already assumed a fighting posture, Hua Qingcheng also moved her hands and feet and looked at her warily.

Nalan Yunzhi, who was wearing a casual dress with scattered flowers but could not conceal the aura of a superior, and Feng Cailan, who was wearing the palace dress of a general, saw Feng Qiyan and Hua Qingcheng preparing for a duel in front of them when they stepped into the front yard.

At this time, Hua Qingcheng was facing the hall with her back to Nalan Yunzhi and the others. Feng Cailan was about to step forward to say hello when she saw this, but was stopped by Nalan Yunzhi with a wave of his hand.

"Emperor... Mr. Wang, what are you doing..."

"General Feng, please be patient. As the saying goes, a general's daughter is not a good daughter. Qi Yan is very talented and has practiced martial arts since she was a child. She has a lot of your style. Why not take advantage of this opportunity for them to spar and see how good your son-in-law is?"

Feng Qiyan's moves were fierce. Although she was still young and not physically tall, she was as light as a swallow and her movements were swift and agile. Her attacks were fast, accurate, and ruthless, without the slightest bit of pretense. This was probably because the Feng family was a family of military commanders, and the martial arts they practiced were all suitable for quick battles and decisive decisions on the battlefield.

Of course, while Feng Qiyan was formidable, Hua Qingcheng wasn't weak either. If Feng Qiyan and Hua Qingcheng had fought with weapons, Hua Qingcheng wouldn't have been able to gain much of an advantage. But now, they were engaging in close combat, which was her forte. After twenty moves, Hua Qingcheng restrained Feng Qiyan's hands with a single hand.

"Thank you!"

After Hua Qingcheng released Feng Qiyan, she bowed to her. She felt like she hadn't had such a good fight in ages. This little girl before her had a promising future, and her future achievements would probably be no less than her mother, Feng Cailan.

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