In late autumn, a gentle breeze blows, and the grass along the Baijiang River has already turned somewhat withered and yellow.
Gongsun Zilong hurried along, his eyes searching eagerly across the vast grassland. Finally, in a corner by the river, he spotted his younger sister, Gongsun Yaoqin, standing alone.
He knew in his heart that Gongsun Yaoqin had always been like this; whenever she was in a bad mood, she would hide away here alone, as if the flowing river between heaven and earth could quietly absorb all her troubles and sorrows.
"My great-uncle, my great-aunt, and my father—their actions have gone too far!"
Gongsun Zilong strode forward, his face displaying just the right amount of indignation.
Gongsun Zilong secretly plotted, knowing the strategy of retreating to advance. Only by pretending to share the same hatred as Gongsun Yaoqin would this naive younger sister listen to him.
Gongsun Yaoqin looked up at the sound, her beautiful face full of helplessness and disappointment. She sighed softly, "Yes, I never expected things to turn out this way. If I were to approach her now, wouldn't I be no different from those frivolous women in Fang Han's eyes?"
She bit her lip slightly and continued, "To be honest, I only had a slight liking for Fang Han and a little interest in him. It's not like I'm determined to marry him. But my great-aunt, my great-uncle, and my father are all too hasty. Sigh, if my mother were still alive, she would never have forced me like this."
When her mother was mentioned, Gongsun Yaoqin's eyes reddened, and warm memories of her time with her mother flooded her mind, instantly overwhelming her with sorrow.
"Little sister, you can rest assured, with your brother here, they would never dare to force you."
Gongsun Zilong patted his chest and said confidently, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
"Brother, you're still the best."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Gongsun Yaoqin threw herself into Gongsun Zilong's arms, tears streaming down her fair cheeks and soaking his clothes.
At this moment, she was immersed in the warmth and comfort given by her brother, completely unaware that this seemingly considerate brother was plotting to push her toward Fang Han, and even resorting to any means to send her to his bed.
After Gongsun Yaoqin calmed down a bit, Gongsun Zilong frowned slightly and said earnestly, "Yaoqin, you can't just let this drag on like this. You need to come up with a good solution as soon as possible."
Gongsun Yaoqin raised her red and swollen eyes, and asked with a bewildered look, "What can we do?"
Her voice was filled with helplessness and confusion.
"The only way to advance in this matter is to retreat."
Gongsun Zilong thought for a moment and then said.
Gongsun Yaoqin frowned slightly, her eyes full of doubt, and asked, "Brother, how exactly should I do it? Please explain in detail."
She desperately wanted to get a practical solution from her brother to get out of the current predicament.
Gongsun Zilong said, "Let me show you something first."
After speaking, he slowly took out a sword from behind him, which was the low-grade spirit sword that Gongsun Guyun had given him.
"Isn't this the spirit sword that my aunt bought from the Divine Weapon Pavilion for a fortune? I heard that Fang Han personally forged this sword?"
Surprised, Gongsun Yaoqin eagerly drew her sword from its sheath.
In an instant, a flash of cold light appeared, and a chill swept over us.
Gongsun Yaoqin carefully examined the sword in her hand, and saw runes flashing on the blade.
"This sword is not only uniquely designed and exudes a chilling aura, but just by looking at the runes, one can tell that it is no ordinary low-grade spirit sword; it has already reached the level of a mid-grade spirit sword. Fang Han is indeed a master craftsman with extraordinary talent!"
She murmured to herself as she lovingly stroked the sword, her eyes filled with admiration and fascination.
As a woman who was obsessed with swords to the core, Gongsun Yaoqin felt that the gloom in her heart had been swept away, and even her previous troubles had been thrown to the winds.
Gongsun Zilong seized the opportunity and pressed his advantage, beginning to employ his "deceptive tactics": "Fang Han's skill in weapon forging is now unfathomable. It's said that he can now mass-produce high-grade spirit swords. Sister, think about it, if you could become his disciple, wouldn't your uncle and great-aunt's desire for you to pursue Fang Han naturally disappear? After all, once he becomes your master, you'll have the status of master and disciple, and there will be no room for romance."
He spoke eloquently, as if everything was under his control, yet he made no mention of his own hidden schemes.
Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yaoqin was first taken aback, then hesitated and stammered, "Will this work? How could someone like Fang Han easily accept me as his disciple? Besides, if my uncle and aunt knew that I was doing this, they would tear me apart!"
How can you know the outcome if you don't try?
Gongsun Zilong continued his patient persuasion, a barely perceptible urgency flashing in his eyes, "Little sister, would I, your brother, possibly harm you? I clearly remember that you have a deep interest in weapon crafting and have consulted countless ancient texts on the subject. You used to yearn to become Li Xiwen's apprentice, but now, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity lies before you: a master weapon crafter like Fang Han is the true choice for your mentor!"
"You must seize this opportunity. Think about it, if our Gongsun family can produce a master weapon refiner in the future, who can forge a spiritual weapon with infinite power, then our Gongsun family will surely soar to great heights and achieve glory! At that time, won't your uncle and great-aunt treat you like a deity? You will also be able to decide your own marriage."
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