Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

Lou was one of the few servants who had served Long Qian Xing for a long time. Even though there were many occasions in which he was asked to do things covertly in the shadow, he still stayed close to Long Qian Xing because of his guard duties.

Sensing the faint smell of blood from the study room, he sighed. He really didn't know what these women were thinking when they tried to set their sight to the son instead of the father.

"Young Master, shall I clean up the mess?"

"Clean it up." Long Qian Xing sheathed his bloodied sword and pointed at the soup. "Sent it to her family along with her corpse."

"Yes, Young Master."

Because these were all women bestowed by the Emperor, it was hard to get rid of them without proper excuse. Within the two weeks Long Qian Xing stayed here, he had already eliminated three of them.

These women were all so eager to court death.

'Only a few more left.'

Long Qian Xing snorted and hoped that his grandmother could rest with only four of his father's concubine left. Among those four, one was very quiet while the other three often made some ruckus. Of course, his grandmother would never allow them to tarnish Long Family name since she was the one who held the rein of the family.

Even if they lived miserably, Old Madam Long would not care and even allowed them to do as they please. If they wished to spread it outside, she would allow them and then kicked them afterwards.

Her words back then were: "If you complain so much that you can't wait for the entire world to know about it, this is the divorce letter from my son."

In fact, his father had already written the divorce letter for all of them. The only reason why his grandmother hadn't used them was that she didn't have the chance to do that. She needed time.

He hoped to kill all of them if only it was possible, but it would only create problems because of their background family.

'I have to be patient.'

Long Qian Xing sighed.

"The moment they showed any sign of harming my grandmother, kill them on the spot."

"Yes, Young Master."

…

Nan Family Residence

"Grandpa, we're back!" Nan Luo excitedly yelled and ran towards the main hall.

Old Master Nan looked at his excited grandson and laughed bitterly. "What are you doing when you're outside?"

"We're seeing performance then buy some lantern…."

While Nan Luo began to narrate everything, Nan Hua passed the lantern to Xiao Yun. "Put this in my room."

"Yes, Miss."

Xiao Yun didn't know how Nan Hua viewed the gift from Long Qian Xing. But considering that Nan Hua allowed him to get close and even sent her gifts from time to time, she could feel that Nan Hua didn't dislike him.

In that case, she had to put the lantern carefully.

"Wait." Nan Hua took out a bamboo slip that was tugged at the end of it. She read the words inside as her eyes flashed before she put the bamboo slip back inside. For some reason, she believed that the one who wrote the riddle was indeed Long Qian Xing.

His action…

Seemed strange for her.

"Hua'er, let's go to the back! We're all going to have a spar before going to the frontline tomorrow, Grandpa!"

"Grandpa, let us borrow Ning Shu Pavilion!"

"Don't let anyone get close." Feng Ao Kuai looked at Si Kang, who nodded his head, indicating he understood.

Seeing the excited children, Old Master Nan was stunned then laughed. He could guess that they were trying to have a spar against Nan Hua since they wouldn't be seeing each other for a long time. He stroked his beard as he leaned on the chair.

It felt good to have harmonious family.

As for his son?

He had thrown that person to the back of his head as he was unwilling to even think about that man.

Tep.

"Real sword?" Nan Luo asked with a grin as he took out his sword. It was the sword that his grandfather had given to him back then. He had used this sword many times since then as the quality was really good.

Feng Ao Kuai took out his bow and loaded it with blunt arrow. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

The tip was replaced with some kind of cloth that was tied to form circle. It weighted the same as ordinary arrow, but it would not hurt them even if they were stabbed by this arrow.

Nan Luo then glanced at his own sword. "Should I change it to the wooden sword?"

"No need for you." Nan Hua looked at Nan Luo. The chances of Nan Luo hitting her was lower than Feng Ao Kuai hitting either one of the three.

Feng Ao Si took out his large saber too. Different from Nan Luo who was using a long sword, he liked this type of heavy and big sword better. He felt that whenever he swung it, it would generate more power.

Well, it was just preferences.

"Are you sure?" Feng Ao Si grinned. "In that case, I won't hold back at all."

"Sure." Nan Hua stood in the middle, letting the three of them chose their starting position first. Even though it was a spar, it was not like they had to face her head on when there were three of them.

Feng Ao Kuai's eyes flashed as his body moved swiftly to the nearby tree. There was more than just a bamboo forest in Ning Shu Pavilions. There were also other trees that they could use on their practice.

By climbing the three, Feng Ao Kuai effectively increased his distance from Nan Hua.

"Wow, you sure are very cautious, Brother Kuai," Nan Luo commented.

"Better be safe than sorry."

Feng Ao Kuai didn't want to remember how many times he had been beaten black and blue by Nan Hua. Even if her strength was lower, she could trick them and used their own strength against them.

It was infuriating.

"Ready?" Hou Liang stood at the side. He smiled. "Start!"