Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Dawn.

Two young men were practicing swordplay on the spacious training field.

The square-faced youth was clearly more skilled.

His swords were drawn and sheathed with precision, without a hint of waste.

After his blade left three gashes on his opponent's staff, He Chen angrily threw away his long spear.

"I'm done sparring with you. Your family has been warriors for generations, giving you an unfair advantage. I've been killed by you thirty times already."

Meng Shaoxia sheathed his sword, took a damp cloth from an attendant, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, grinning broadly.

"If your family was like mine, with martial arts passed down through generations, your parents would have drilled you relentlessly too. However, my skills aren't the best. If I had the chance to spar with Jiang Feng, I feel he would be formidable."

He Chen recalled the sight of the two cripples from before and involuntarily shuddered.

"Not necessarily. They outnumbered us and killed our martial arts instructor with their chaotic fists. Those two cripples were merely ordinary people."

As they spoke of the cripples, an attendant came to report that the two cripples were dead.

Meng Shaoxia and He Chen were both stunned.

In truth, they had seen death on their journey, but for three deaths to occur within two days, all of which were somehow connected to them, seemed too much of a coincidence.

"How did they die?" Meng Shaoxia asked curiously.

"The male cripple was bitten by a venomous snake and died from the poison overnight. The female cripple, overwhelmed with grief, dashed her head against a wall and died," the guard replied.

There was little mention of the younger son, who seemed rather unaccomplished.

However, the Jiang Family had an excellent reputation, without any concubines or the like, and a simple household. Even at their worst, they could not have fallen too far.

Unlike He Chen's family, which was a mess with countless siblings, too many to count.

Meng Shaoxia's family was somewhat pitiable - not that they didn't take concubines, but rather, their lineage was precarious, with all sorts of misfortunes and accidents, resulting in a scarcity of male heirs. In Meng Shaoxia's generation, he was the only remaining son, a lone seedling.

Even the Emperor was concerned about the Meng Family's lineage and jokingly suggested sending a few princes to the Meng Family.

Thus, from a young age, Meng Shaoxia was required to build his strength and health, and whenever he went out, he was accompanied by a horde of guards, for fear that any mishap might cause the Meng Family line to end.

After freshening up and changing into appropriate visiting attire, the two set out to call on the Jiang Family.

They had sent their visiting cards yesterday.

They were going as younger generation members to pay respects to Old Lady Jiang.

Old Lady Jiang herself was quite legendary, said to be a close confidante of Eldest Princess Huiyun, even giving birth around the same time. Now that Eldest Princess Huiyun was devoted to Buddhism, Old Lady Jiang had also retreated to this secluded place.

The once brilliant ladies of their generation had faded into the long river of time.

A new generation of youths now trod upon the morning light.

Knock, knock, knock.

The tiger-head door knocker struck, and the great gates of the Jiang Family manor slowly opened.

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