'No need to be impatient, the time will surely come.'
Concubine Qu, Qu Fei Jiao, was calming herself when she sensed someone looking in her direction. She raised her head and saw Nan Hua, who was supposed to be drinking tea quietly had already turned to look in her direction.
Her black obsidian eyes looked like the abyss, sucking her deep.
Chills break out on her back but after she blinked her eyes, all she could see was the young girl who had already returned to sip the tea quietly.
'Am I imagining things again?'
"Fei Jiao, you…"
"Huh?" Qu Fei Jiao turned her head and immediately noticed that at some unknown point of time, a part of her dress was torn. Her face turned dark as she looked around. Some noble ladies were already pointing finger at her as the tear was a bit big.
"I'll get changed."
Qu Fei Jiao quickly stood up and called her maidservant. Luckily, she always asked the servants to bring a change of clothing for her.
What she didn't understand was how her clothes could be torn when there was literally no one around her? Even those who were standing close to her wouldn't possibly carry sharp blades around, would they?
She didn't understand, so she rushed over in embarrassment.
Thankfully, only some people saw this scene and only thought that she was not careful enough.
…
Inside the hall
Nan Luo was feeling rather bored without anything much to do. He glanced to the side and saw Feng Ao Ai stiffened.
"Cousin Ao Si?"
"They will hold the winter training in two days." Feng Ao Si recalled the schedule. They would first be tested in the academy and Feng Ao Si asked the teacher to skip him since he was not exactly a student. With the war raging on, many of them skipped the academy and headed straight to the battlefield.
It was not uncommon.
Nan Luo blinked his eyes. "That means you have to be prepared, Cousin Ao Si."
"I'll naturally be prepared."
Feng Ao Si was staring at the side where Shangguan Yi was standing. Thanks to the medicine given by his uncle, he managed to recover rather quickly. Even though he was still not allowed to force his legs to do any strenuous activity, there was no problem for him if he wanted to walk around.
Just some pain occasionally.
"I can see that you have come prepared, First Young Master Feng." Shangguan Yi was looking at Feng Ao Si and sneered. "During training, I'll show you who's better."
Feng Ao Si arched his eyebrows. "I'll be waiting to look at that, Young Master Shangguan. I hope that it'll be better than your performance in class."
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