Wei Ci received the signal sent by Yang Si. As he recalled what he’d said earlier, the blush on his face slowly dissipated.

It appeared as if… he’d just said something he should not have.

He tried to change the topic, but as his lips were about to move, he couldn’t utter any words. It was as if there was an invisible hand choking his throat and forcing him to swallow his words back into his stomach. An uncomfortable feeling surged upwards through his feet and into his brain.

Jiang Pengji hugged her chest as she half-leaned against the pillar in the hallway. The expression in her eyes as she looked at Wei Ci was sharp and probing.

Yang Si was sharp and sensed the change in the atmosphere. He swallowed his saliva nervously as he noticed that the atmosphere between them was very bizarre.

Logically speaking, Wei Ci had expressed his loyalty and was unexpectedly overheard by the lord. As his master, shouldn’t she be overjoyed?

Using the same reasoning, Wei Ci had reaffirmed his loyalty. The declaration had coincidentally been heard by the person in question herself. Even if he wasn’t embarrassed, he couldn’t be frightened, right?

But in the end?

Yang Si sensed an unusual aura.

She looked at him less intensely. “I happened to walk past earlier. Please, continue your conversation.”

Having said her piece, she decisively turned around and walked off.

Just then, Wei Ci discovered that she was wearing her straw shoes rather than her wooden clogs. No wonder she had seemed to float by without making any sound.

Only when she disappeared from their field of vision was Wei Ci able to sigh in relief and allow his shoulders to relax. The bridge of his brows also collapsed somewhat.

Devoid of energy, he told Yang Si, “Please allow me to lean on you for a while.”

Yang Si wanted to cause Wei Ci to trip and fall. In the end, he held back.

“What happened between you and the lord?” Yang Si was momentarily conflicted. His brows were knitted together as to say, “I sense there is something strange going on between you and the lord.”

Describing this as “strange” was considered a polite term. If he had put it more directly, it would have implied that the two had some illicit relationship.

A cat was scratching within his heart, causing his heart to burn with curiosity.

Wei Ci had a terrible headache as he rubbed his eyebrows. He darted a look at him. “What’s weird?”

Yang Si pinched his chin. From time to time, he shot a glance at Wei Ci. “Not unless what I suspected before is true. Do you harbor some secret illicit feelings for our lord? Does the lord also have such feelings for you? Although homosexuality is acceptable among the general population and it isn’t taboo to most people, you do have an age gap of six years. Also, you have a master and subordinate relationship. This matter… is indeed hard to resolve…”

As he spoke, Yang Si rubbed his hands.

Wei Ci had already been provoked to anger by him, yet Yang Si had still come up with such a lousy idea.

“If not, Zixiao, you should find someone to marry. If you are worried about your destiny based on your eight characters, you may want to get yourself a concubine… at least there would be a woman by your side. The way of truth is to find a balance between yin and yang. Why do you choose the convoluted path when the path of prosperity is already set before you? Although you are older than the lord, there’s a difference in status between both of you. Surely you cannot lord that over her since it is deemed disrespectful. If you insist on this, won’t you be inferior… ouch!” Yang Si didn’t get to finish his sentence before Wei Ci elbowed him. Yang Si wasn’t prepared for the beating and his face appeared conflicted. “It was shameless of you to sneak an attack on me.”

Wei Ci laughed awkwardly and raised his brows.

“Shall we head to the martial arts training ground?”

When it came to the wetlands and dry path, this fellow had opened the floodgates. He simply doesn’t know how to restrain himself. He knew more than Feng Zhen, that wastrel.

29-year-old Yang Si shouldn’t have been underestimated. Although he was still single, his private life was rather eventful.

Yang Si took in a deep breath of cold air, grimacing with pain.

“Let’s go. I was kind enough to warn you, yet you were ungrateful and launched a counter-attacked on me…”

Wei Ci needed to be taught a lesson!

When they arrived at the martial arts training ground, Yang Si took out a loop and tied it around his shoulders. He rolled his sleeves and unsheathed his sword, pointing it at Wei Ci. Likewise, Wei Ci returned the gesture.

Shortly after, Jiang Pengji received news that two of her strategists were fighting at the military training ground.

Jiang Pengji wasn’t the only one who was dumbfounded upon hearing this. The viewers in the live streaming room were also confused.

Xiangcheng Weiyachi: “This isn’t right… did I hear wrong? Why did Yang Si and Wei Ci get into a fight? Aren’t they literates?”

Rabbit’s Leg with Mala Taste: “#digsnose, who said literates cannot get into fights? Did you think this generation of literates is like those Chinese scholars who existed after the Song Dynasty who couldn’t carry weights on their shoulders or even lift their fingers? These Masters learned the six arts including horse riding, archery, and sword fighting, all of which are essential lessons.”

Chicken Feet with Thick Paste: “Do you all have some kind of misunderstanding about literates? The ancient literates were mostly trained in literary and martial arts. For example, our highly esteemed idol, Li Bai. He was a legitimate sword fighting expert, the most revered in the martial arts realm! Think about how chaotic the ancient times were. With unruly and sarcastic mouths, how could they afford not to be adept at fighting? Otherwise, won’t they be strangled to death? Thus, it is expected for Beauty Ci and the rest to be adept at fighting.”

Country Bumpkin: “I am trembling with all my might. I beg the viewer above not to mention him. Whenever we speak of Li Bai, I can’t help but be frightened by the Qinglianzi sword he wielded to dominate. When the land was first opened for agriculture, he always carried three Pingxing swords, able to strike down anyone with one blow. The God of War, Li Bai, does not tire by lifting 25 men.”

Sanba Pingxing Jian: “Hang on, are you all going off-topic? If Beauty Ci and Yang Si fight it out, nothing will happen, right?”

At this moment, the viewers in the live streaming room recalled the heart of the matter. They hastily called on her to resolve the conflict between them to prevent them from hurting one another.

Jiang Pengji had a slothful expression and zero motivation to interfere. She lazily propped up her chin to watch.

“With two amateurs exchanging blows, what could happen?”

The 150,000 member audience: “…”

“This is so hurtful, my lord!”

“What amateurs…”

No, Wei Ci and Yang Si exchanged blows for more than ten moves. After that, Yang Si barely emerged as the winner by half a stroke.

He preferred to eat rather than exercise. Naturally, sword mastery felt foreign to him.

Wei Ci perspired as if the floodgates were open. He was so exhausted that his whole head was covered in sweat.

After one round of fighting, they were both panting heavily.

In contrast, Wei Ci’s face did not flush and his heart rate did not increase… This was not right, he was supposed to be the sickly one!

“Zixiao, please answer honestly, what is going on between you and the lord?”

Wei Ci sheathed his sword. He spoke without much thought, “What could there be between us?”

“Just continue to stubbornly deny it. Do you think my two eyes are just for show? Don’t assume that you are the only intelligent person on earth, other people can see things too.” Yang Si gasped for air uniformly. He suddenly recalled the conversation he had with her. With all sincerity and earnest wishes, he said, “There is no best. The lord is young, and his heart is unsettled. If he is entangled with guys out of curiosity, your sins will be grave. But I heard from our lord that he seems to have someone he fancies already.”

When Wei Ci heard this, he froze on the spot. His feet were glued to the ground and it was hard to even move an inch.

Does she have someone she fancies?

Yang Si mumbled as he repeated what Jiang Pengji had said that day. He hoped to use reality to extinguish any potential dangers.

Regardless of whether one considered things from the lord’s or Wei Ci’s perspective, it was dangerous for both if they had any relationship other than lord and subordinate.

Firstly, Wei Ci had an age gap of 6 years compared to her. The others would comment that the lord was innocent and young while Wei Ci was being shamelessly flattered, fawned over, and fooled around with the much younger lord, meaning that he had a depraved nature. They could maintain a master and subordinate relationship for life which would be praised for generations to come. Why subject themselves to infamy for generations to come?

Secondly, the lord already had a lady he fancied in his heart. If Wei Ci was unable to hold himself back, they may not even have a lord and subordinate relationship in the future.

Out of concern for his friend, Yang Si felt that, no matter what infatuations these two had for each other, they should quench it completely.

Except… why was that not effective?

From the start, Wei Ci’s facial expression was rather pale. As Yang Si continued to elaborate, it slowly turned into one of guilt and frustration. A faint blush hung on his face.

Yang Si didn’t respond.

Did it seem like something was wrong?