Shiyi didn't want Mu Jin to see through his lie so quickly, and felt a little embarrassed. He glanced at Mu Jin cautiously, and fearing that Mu Jin would be displeased, he quickly replied.

“They told me, but I was thinking that if Miss needs to leave the palace sometime, it will be inconvenient without a carriage.”

Mu Jin frowned: "When I leave the palace, I will call a carriage to return to my residence. There is no need to do this next time."

Eleven kept his head down, neither saying yes nor no.

Looking at Shiyi like this, Mu Jin thought that he was doing it for her own good, and couldn't bear to say anything more.

"Let's go, let's go to the market first."

Eleven glanced at Mu Jin and, seeing that Mu Jin didn't seem angry, helped Mu Jin into the carriage.

Before long, the carriage came to a leisurely stop by the roadside in the market.

Mu Jin got off the carriage and walked down the street with Eleven. Perhaps because it was market day, the street was more lively than usual.

They stopped in front of a street stall selling wontons.

Mu Jin asked the stall owner for two bowls of wontons.

The proprietress was a plump woman. When she saw Mu Jin and Shiyi patronizing her business, she warmly invited them to sit down and soon served them two large bowls of wontons.

Thinking that Mu Jin had already eaten breakfast, and looking at the wontons on the table, Eleven asked Mu Jin a question.

"Didn't you just have breakfast at the palace, Miss? Did you not like the food there?"

Mu Jin pushed the bowl of wontons in front of her to Eleven.

"The food in the palace is the best, how could you not be used to it? It was all ordered for you. You haven't eaten anything since last night, have you? Eat up."

When Shiyi heard that Mu Jin had bought him both bowls of wontons, his eyes lit up. He didn't expect that Mu Jin would find out he had lied to him for the first time. Fortunately, Mu Jin didn't blame him.

After thanking Mu Jin, Shiyi happily picked up the bowl and started eating. Perhaps because he had been hungry, or perhaps because Mu Jin had bought the wontons for him, he felt that these two bowls of wontons were the most delicious wontons he had ever eaten.

After Eleven finished eating the wontons, Mu Jin said to Eleven.

"Brother kept you by my side to protect me, but you can't stay with me forever. I need to learn how to protect myself. What happened at White Stone Mountain might happen again in the future, so from today onwards, you should start teaching me martial arts."

Eleven wanted to tell Mu Jin that he could stay by her side for life and protect her if she wanted to, but he couldn't say it.

In the end, all Eleven did was nod and say "okay" to Mu Jin.

Eleven drove the carriage out of the city gate and traveled for a while in a less populated area in the suburbs before stopping by a river.

"Miss, we've arrived."

Mu Jin lifted the carriage curtain, jumped down, looked around at the surroundings, and was very satisfied.

The early winter sun was shining brightly, carrying a slight chill in the air, but it didn't dampen Mu Jin's mood at that moment.

Mu Jin looked at Eleven.

Are you planning to teach me here?

He nodded. He had observed the area along the way and found no one else around. They could practice martial arts without being disturbed.

Mu Jin gestured for the eleventh to begin.

In Shiyi's mind, this was the first time he had ever taught someone martial arts, and it was Mu Jin no less. He was a little nervous. Standing in front of Mu Jin, he suddenly didn't know where to start, and he was also afraid that Mu Jin would get hurt while practicing martial arts.

Mu Jin saw that Eleven was standing still and seemed to hesitate.

"What's wrong? Can we start now?"

Eleven gave an awkward laugh: "I'm afraid of hurting Miss."

Mu Jin understood. She quickly moved in front of Eleven and delivered a powerful punch to his chest, followed by a side kick to his leg.

Eleven had no guard against Mu Jin, and Mu Jin's sudden attack caught him completely off guard. He was even kicked back a few steps by Mu Jin, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but look at Mu Jin in surprise.

In the modern world, Mu Jin enjoys practicing Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

Sanda combines strength, speed, and endurance, requiring not only physical fitness but also sharp reflexes and flexible thinking.

Through Sanda training, Mu Jin is able to protect himself well when on missions.

However, after transmigrating to the Eastern Yue Kingdom, she neglected her hobby of Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) in order to make a living. Moreover, after arriving in the capital, she found that everyone around her was highly skilled in martial arts. Her Sanda skills were enough to hunt in the mountains, but if she encountered someone who knew a little martial arts, she might not be able to handle them.

Seeing Eleven's surprised expression, she smiled and said, "Just treat me like an ordinary student. As someone from the General's Mansion, I'm not just some pampered young lady. You teach me seriously, and I'll learn seriously, okay?"

Hearing Mu Jin's words, Eleven felt relieved. He laughed at himself for underestimating Mu Jin, as his thigh was still throbbing from the hard kick Mu Jin had given him.

After calming himself down, Shiyi said to Mujin, "Then I'll demonstrate a set of sword moves first, and Miss can watch from the side."

Seeing Mu Jin nod, Eleven turned around and pulled out a long sword from under the seat cushion in the carriage. The sword was usually hidden in the carriage in case Mu Jin encountered danger while out.

Eleven drew his longsword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He began to wield his sword, each movement precise and powerful. The tip of the sword sometimes drew invisible trajectories in the air, and sometimes drew perfect arcs in the air, as if drawing invisible trajectories in the air. With each swing of the sword, there seemed to be a faint chirping sound in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Eleven's figure became illusory. He moved quickly, and Mu Jin watched from the side, dazzled. The sword shadows flashed in the air, like thousands of silver dragons dancing in the sky.

Mu Jin couldn't help but sigh. The martial arts of the ancients were so mysterious and powerful. How come they didn't spread to the modern era? If she had such skills, she wouldn't have been killed by Zoren.

With Mu Jin sighing inwardly, Eleven's sword was finally sheathed, and the entire arena returned to calm.

Mu Jin was still stunned by Eleven's unpredictable swordsmanship. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. When she saw Eleven walking towards her, she clapped her hands with admiration.

Mu Jin's applause made Eleven blush with embarrassment.

Seeing that Eleven was covered in sweat from practicing sword dancing, Mu Jin kindly took a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Eleven.

"You're all sweaty, hurry up and wipe it off. I know you're good at martial arts, but every time I see it, it really amazes me."

Seeing the handkerchief Mu Jin handed him, Eleven was somewhat flattered. He held the handkerchief tightly in his hand and did not wipe his forehead with it.

"Thank you, miss. It wasn't very good. You were quite skilled to kick me just now."

When Shiyi heard Mu Jin praise him, he was overjoyed. However, compared to the many noble ladies in the capital, Mu Jin's performance just now was also amazing, and he couldn't help but praise Mu Jin in return.

Looking at the silly and reserved Eleven, Mu Jin teased Eleven.

"Are you still holding a grudge against me for that kick I just gave you?"