Chapter 162
When Yingning left Fengyi Palace, the maid behind her was carrying several precious tonics bestowed by Empress Sun, saying they were a reward from His Majesty on the day of the assassination attempt.
The sixth prince, Yan Jingxu, followed closely behind, not because of the meaningful glances Empress Sun kept giving him, but because he was still thinking about something.
“Princess Zhaoning, do you still remember our duel?” Yan Jingxu asked as he walked to Yingning’s right.
"How could Zhaoning forget the invitation from the Sixth Prince?" Yingning noticed the black-clad attendant following not far behind her out of the corner of her eye. It seemed that her refusal to accept the imperial physician sent by Empress Sun had aroused suspicion among those around the emperor.
"Your Highness, are you free at this moment?"
"It's better to be lucky than early. There just happens to be a martial arts arena in the palace," Yan Jingxu said.
"I shall accept your offer," Yingning said.
"Very well, then I will certainly have a good spar with the princess today." Yan Jingxu's eyes were full of pride and arrogance when he saw Ying Ning agree.
That day at Qinyuan Palace.
He was quite impressed by her wielding a whip against the enemy.
Yan Jingxu had been keeping this matter in mind, and brought it up when he bumped into Yingning today.
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A spear thrust forward, and Yan Jingxu immediately dodged to the side with his spear in hand. He was about to strike Ying Ning's side when she flipped over and dodged it.
In a short while, the group exchanged more than ten moves.
Thrust!
Cut it off!
He leaped down and unleashed another move!
Yan Jingxu blocked them one by one, his smile widening.
"Princess, what excellent marksmanship!"
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"Then, Your Highness, you'd better be careful!" After Ying Ning stopped speaking, her next move was to subdue Yan Jingxu's spear. In an instant, she slid the spear shaft out of her palm with her right hand, aiming at Yan Jingxu's left arm!
Yan Jingxu leaned back, the tip of the spear whizzing past his eyes.
He suddenly stood up, but a cold, sharp reflection of a gun tip flashed in the corner of his eye.
Ying Ning feinted, and the sharp spear stopped at Yan Jingxu's neck. His movements came to an abrupt halt. Ying Ning raised her phoenix eyes slightly and said, "Sixth Prince, you hesitated to make a move this time."
Yan Jingxu didn't pay attention to the spear tip pointing at him, but suddenly laughed: "It was I who lost a few moves to Princess Zhaoning."
"I just happened to be there." Ying Ning also put away her spear and stood beside her.
Yan Jingxu casually took a handkerchief from the servant beside him and handed it to Yingning.
"A coincidence needs the right timing, and the princess just used the right move at the right time."
"Then it is no coincidence."
"It's your strength that matters," Yan Jingxu said, offering his praise directly.
As he said this, I noticed his eyes slightly raised, and he wore a fitted short robe that accentuated his good figure. At this moment, he held the long spear behind his back, and the fine sweat on his forehead proved that he was in a good mood.
“The princess is indeed skilled with a spear; I have overestimated myself today.”
"Jingxu was defeated today, but he will surely get his revenge in the future!" After saying this, his eyes were full of bright smiles.
When Yingning took the handkerchief, she glanced at it discreetly and noticed that the attendant the emperor had arranged had already left.
Presumably, the Emperor will be aware of what happened today.
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A figure in a python robe with broad shoulders stood on the palace watchtower, gazing at the two figures on the martial arts field, his hawk-like eyes filled with a deep, unfathomable light.
"Sir, the commander of the Imperial Guards is waiting downstairs. He says he has something important to report."
"Do you wish to see him?" the attendant asked Yan Chaoji.
Yan Chaoji turned around, flicking his robe, and coldly uttered a single sentence: "See you."
He immediately left the second floor of the watchtower.
The servant felt a jolt run through him; the air around him suddenly seemed thin, and his lord's face appeared somewhat dark when he left.
What's wrong, Your Highness?
Who would dare to offend His Highness the Regent?
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