Other princes have seen it before. The previous dead prince was not only a prince, but also the true crown prince. Our interactions were all official business, right?

A few years ago, when the crown prince didn't have a big wedding, Tang Wanzhuang had just joined the Demon Suppression Division not long ago. We also had some interactions, but it was still official business, right?

At that time, the crown prince had some inappropriate thoughts, but Tang Wanzhuang endured and didn't attack him. She had no good impression of the crown prince and even felt disgusted.

Fortunately, at that time, the Tang family didn't have any prominent figures and their status was average. The Tang family didn't have the idea of marrying into the royal family. After the crown prince got married, he couldn't have any inappropriate thoughts towards the officials of the Demon Suppression Division. Everyone became more formal and polite.

But then the crown princess died, and the Tang family had a prominent figure... and that figure was Tang Wanzhuang herself.

It's ridiculous to think about it.

Thinking about it too much is pointless. What's important is that there is a precedent. Tang Wanzhuang knows that she can't treat every prince so well.

Because not every prince will care for her and tell her not to worry about so many things, to listen to music and enjoy life. Princes only hope that she can do more and protect their kingdom.

After a long time, Tang Wanzhuang slightly turned her head and said, "There's one more thing, the finger technique I promised you during the day. There's no secret manual for this. Come out, and I'll teach you."

As for the previous question, she skipped it as if it didn't exist.

Zhao Changhe didn't continue to ask. Her silence was already an answer.

"How do I practice the finger technique?"

"This is a set of acupoint manipulation techniques. When sealing acupoints, it is elusive and difficult to defend against. After sealing the acupoints, the technique is special, and it's difficult to unseal them using ordinary methods. Look..." Tang Wanzhuang's delicate hand gently moved, as if picking flowers or caressing willows, like a lover teasing you. Her slender fingers brushed across Zhao Changhe's chest.

In the blink of an eye, her fingers had sealed the vital acupoint on Zhao Changhe's chest.

Tang Wanzhuang's mind wandered a bit, and she casually said, "How did I use this move just now? Did you see it clearly?"

Before her words could fall, her wrist tightened and was unexpectedly caught by Zhao Changhe. "If the head is so absent-minded, you might capsize in the gutter."

Why wasn't he affected by the acupoint manipulation?

Tang Wanzhuang panicked. Did this guy have a lewd dream about her just now? Is he really going to make a move before they part?

But just as she was about to pull her wrist back, she suddenly felt a gentle and vast aura flowing into her meridians, following the path of the Taiyuan acupoint on her hand's Taiyin Lung Meridian.

Tang Wanzhuang was familiar with the nature of this true qi. The Six Harmonies Divine Technique, with the quality of Xuan Guan Fourth Level, was almost comparable to others' Sixth Level. Its vast and inclusive nature was like that of an emperor.

But the way it was circulating now was somewhat strange, as if... blending and exchanging with her own breath?

Dual cultivation?

"Speaking of which, this is called dual cultivation. I don't know if you would object, but actually, it's not necessary." Zhao Changhe calmly said, "For so many days, I've only seen you thinking about official matters, other people's affairs, and my affairs. You never thought about your own illness. If you don't want to, then I will. This bit of true qi from Xuan Guan Fourth Level might not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the head, and it might be just a drop in the bucket for your condition, but I did it. Even if it's useless, it still makes me feel a bit better."

Tang Wanzhuang's strength to struggle instantly dissipated.

Silently, she felt his small stream-like true qi rushing into the blazing flames in her body, evaporating it completely. It was a drop in the bucket, but it kept pouring in, continuously hitting the wall, bleeding and bruised, knowing it was hopeless but unwilling to give up.

Tang Wanzhuang tightly bit her lower lip, feeling a bit emotional for some reason.

"This is useless..." Tang Wanzhuang softly spoke, her voice a bit hoarse. "Dual cultivation is just an auxiliary technique. It's not an almighty divine technique. If you have already glimpsed the secrets and have the assistance of a famous doctor, then maybe I would consider it. But now, it's just a waste of true qi."

Zhao Changhe didn't speak and stubbornly continued to waste his true qi.

Tang Wanzhuang also stopped talking and silently experienced his true qi.

The summer night became even quieter.

Only the sound of a man holding a woman's wrist, the woman lowering her head, the scene resembling a cheesy drama where the woman wanted to break up but was held back by the man.

Footsteps shattered the silence of the night, and Tang Buqi's anxious voice came from outside the courtyard gate, "Brother Zhao, Zhao... uh..."

Both of them turned their heads at the same time and saw Tang Buqi slowly retreating step by step outside the gate, until he completely disappeared.

Tang Wanzhuang said slowly, "Come in. It's not dignified to be so flustered. You're already an adult, learn to be calm."

Tang Buqi stuck his head out of the gate.

Who is still holding hands? When will this end?

Actually, for our Tang family, this scene seems like nothing. The problem is, who should I tell that the one rejecting this marriage alliance is a bastard?

Zhao Changhe finally let go of her hand. "Brother Tang, have you come out of seclusion? Are you at Xuan Guan Fifth Level?"

"Um..." Tang Buqi made a sound, not knowing what he wanted to say when he came here. It seemed like he came out of seclusion just to report his achievements to his uncle...

Tang Wanzhuang said calmly, "What you want to say is probably about Maitreya's uprising, coming to inform a friend and hoping he can help you, right? Go back. It's me who wants him to leave. Is there anything worth staying for?"

It's clear that you want him to leave, but he's holding onto you and won't let go. But you still seem to be welcoming him. Tang Buqi didn't want to say anything anymore. This scene was common when this young master was flirting with girls outside. It turns out that Auntie is just an ordinary woman.

Tang Wanzhuang continued, "You've come at the right time. I wanted to talk to you as well. These days, we've been exploring the outskirts of the Sword Emperor's Tomb, breaking some prohibitions, and obtaining some ancient elixirs and sword pills, as well as a few precious sword collections. The quality of these items is quite high. Sisi only took a small amount of the medicine, and I've also set aside some for public use. The remaining part still belongs to our Tang family. After all, this place is located behind the Tang family's mountain. It wouldn't be fair if we didn't count our share."

Tang Buqi was overjoyed, "I wanted to discuss this with you, Auntie. I was afraid that you would be too public-minded and give everything away. That would be a huge loss for us! Why should we? This is our backyard!"

Tang Wanzhuang retorted, "I'm not a saint, I have my own selfish desires. The items left for the Tang family may not be inferior to those given to the public, they might even be more useful. Besides, Changhe has compiled some sword techniques. Let's see if he's willing to write a set for the Tang family. What we ultimately want is our own future, not who stays here to help."

Tang Buqi relaxed, "That's fine. Brother Zhao will definitely agree..."

Zhao Changhe responded with a hum.

Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes once again focused on his face, her gaze flickering, concealing unknown emotions.

After a long while, she said in a low voice, "Buqi, if you've finished talking, you can leave. We have things to do."

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Tang Buqi was on the verge of tears.

I was just passing by to discuss some serious matters, and you guys stuffed my mouth with food, and now you want to kick me out? You two are heartless!

Zhao Changhe's melancholy was replaced by amusement, and he couldn't help but laugh, "Buqi is really fun."

Tang Wanzhuang smiled, "He's been fun since he was a kid."

After their exchange, the atmosphere returned to normal. Tang Wanzhuang smiled, "Alright, I really don't have much time. I must teach you this acupoint technique immediately."

Zhao Changhe also moved a little away, and said seriously, "Please guide me."

"Remember, this is one of the Tang family's secret techniques, called 'Bibo Qingyi'. It means that a person is in the water, ripples spreading in all directions. It seems gentle and harmless, but in reality, it covers all the vital points of the body, hiding a deadly threat, invisible and traceless..."

Learning this acupoint technique was slower for Zhao Changhe than learning sword techniques.

Because his skills were indeed focused on the sword, his bare-handed skills were extremely lacking. This acupoint technique was not a simple acupoint method, but a complete set of bare-handed combat skills. His foundation was weak, and the style was completely opposite to his own, so naturally, he learned slowly.

But was it because the teacher intentionally slowed down, or the student intentionally played dumb?

No one knew.

All they knew was that during the teaching process, their arms intertwined, their eyes met, and the atmosphere was indescribably strange.

Zhou Botong and Ying Gu would tell you that male and female master-disciple relationships should not teach such delicate grappling techniques, especially those involving human acupoints.

It was unclear whether they were practicing martial arts or touching someone.

In the end, whether it was due to heat or something else, Tang Wanzhuang, who was usually pale, was flushed all over. She left as if she was fleeing, "This kind of technique is not very suitable for you. If you have the opportunity, you should look for a domineering fist technique... I... I have to go to Jinling now, we'll meet again."

Before her voice fell, she disappeared, actually jumping over the wall to escape, not even wanting to use the door.

Zhao Changhe looked up at the courtyard wall where she had left. The morning sun was rising, and the sky was getting light.

He looked down at his own palm, still smelling her lingering fragrance.