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Bei Lin'er Standing alone in a corner of the martial arts training ground, she gazes firmly at the sword in her hand.
This sword has been with her through a year of ups and downs, becoming her weapon to challenge destiny. She takes a deep breath, letting go of all distractions, leaving only the unspoken understanding between her and the sword.
"Second Brother, the sun has not yet set, let's continue our sword fight." Bei Lin'er's voice was firm and clear.
Wu Pu stood opposite her, his eyes sharp and full of anticipation. The real sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, indicating that he would not hold back in this competition.
During the process of exchanging moves, Wu Pu clearly remembers Bei Lin'er's initial clumsiness when she first started learning swordsmanship. Now, every swing of her sword carries an undeniable sharpness.
"Pay attention to your breath, and merge with the sword as one." The voice of Wu Pu echoed in the training ground, his words concise and powerful.
Bei Lin'er closed her eyes and, following Wu Pu's guidance, adjusted her breathing, feeling the vibration of the sword in her hand with each movement, her heartbeat resonating with it. When she opened her eyes again, they were clear.
"Watch my move—Shadow Chasing the Moon," Wu Pu said. As his voice fell, his figure had already moved, his wooden sword like a streak of light, cutting through the air, heading straight for Bei Lin'er.
Bei Lin'er's reaction is even faster. Her sword does not directly confront with force, but skillfully guides Wu Pu's power to deviate from its trajectory.
This move was developed through countless practices, using the opponent's strength for oneself, both to protect oneself and to prepare for the next attack.
Wu Pu saw this scene, and his eyes were filled with even greater astonishment. Instead of stopping, he accelerated the pace of his attack. The wooden sword drew a dense shadow of swords in the air, each one precise and containing unpredictable moves.
Bei Lin'er did not retreat but instead advanced. Her swordsmanship incorporated her understanding of medical skills - the fragility and resilience of life. Her sword tip shuttled through Wu Pu's sword shadow, each evasion perfectly timed, each counterattack aimed directly at vital points.
As time passes by, Bei Lin'er's swordsmanship becomes more and more proficient. Her figure on the training ground is like a phantom, making it difficult to predict her movements.
Her attacks become bolder, her defense becomes more solid, and every sword strike carries the howl of the wind, while every sword retreat carries the tenderness of water.
Finally, in a precise duel, Bei Lin'er's sword once again touched Wu Pu's clothes, this time even deeper than before.
Wu Pu sheathed his sword and stood up, a smile on his face. "You have learned how to integrate your wisdom into your swordsmanship. This is true swordsmanship."
Bei Lin'er also stopped moving, her breathing was somewhat rapid, but the light in her eyes was even brighter than before.
"Your sword should be like your heart, strong and resilient without losing flexibility," Wu Pu walked to Bei Lin'er's side and said softly.
Bei Lin'er nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes: "I will remember Senior Brother's guidance in my heart."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wu Pu's mouth as he turned to gaze at the distant mountains, his eyes revealing a hint of contemplation.
"Ling'er, every one of your sword strikes is unmatched in sharpness, as if there is deep-seated hatred hidden behind them. I hope this emotion will not affect your future path towards the benevolent way of the healer."
Bei Lin'er stood quietly, the sword in her hand seemed to still be echoing the intense battle just now.
She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, gradually calming her inner turmoil, as the dew on the tip of the sword reflected the light of the setting sun.
Grandma's hands trembled slightly, and the letter seemed particularly heavy in her frail fingers.
Bei Lin'er entered the room and, seeing Grandma's expression, knew that the news in the letter was far from joyful.
Grandma took a deep breath, her voice filled with unmistakable concern.
"Over the past year, Later Tang has continued to besiege the various forces of Ba-Shu. It took a lot of effort for me to re-establish contact with the palace. Empress Later Yan Lan, who was originally married to the harem, brought very few Ba-Shu attendants with her... And your father, with the support of only the Left Eyebrow General, managed to escape to the territory of the northern Xiongnu, but he was also seriously injured. Upon hearing of the Empress Dowager's passing, he was overwhelmed with grief, and now he's barely hanging on."
Bei Lin'er's heart sank suddenly, her hand involuntarily gripping the sword handle, fingertips turning white, and the calluses on her hand splitting open and bleeding.
The old lady continued speaking, her voice getting lower: "Later Tang's situation is also not optimistic. Since Ba-Shu was destroyed by Later Tang, her health has been deteriorating, and now she's so thin that only bones are left. She has pleaded with Emperor of Later Tang several times, hoping to entrust her young son Li Yan to her sister Yan Fei for care, but the emperor has always refused. As for Guo Pin, she still has not regained her position as a noble consort."
Bei Lin'er's eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotions, her heart feeling as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, with each word feeling like a heavyweight blow.
Her homeland shattered, her loved ones scattered, all of this mercilessly reminded her that her destiny no longer belonged to her.
"Grandma, I..." Bei Lin'er's voice choked up, she tried hard to stay strong, but tears still uncontrollably fell.
Grandma put down the letter, walked over and gently embraced Bei Lin'er, her hand softly stroking Bei Lin'er's back, trying to give her the greatest comfort.
"Ling'er, you are the hope of Ba-Shu. Your father and mother hope that you can be strong. Every time you dance with the sword, it is not only for yourself, but also for Ba-Shu, right?"
Bei Lin'er held the old nanny tightly, the pain in her heart like a raging flood. She knew she couldn't fall. She is the princess of Ba-Shu, the last member of the royal family.
"Grandma, wait, where is Li Zhao?" Bei Lin'er raised her head, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of determination and worry, and asked.
Grandma's eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotions. She gently released the embrace and looked at Bei Lin'er's determined and beautiful face, and slowly said, "Li Zhao, the fourth prince of Later Tang, he..." She paused, as if searching for the right words, and ultimately decided to speak frankly.
"He is only thirteen years old, just a child trapped in the palace. Guo Pin has not regained her position as the noble consort, and her influence in the palace is minimal, almost powerless to protect him. His situation is probably even more difficult than we can imagine."
Bei Lin'er furrowed her brows. Li Zhao, the young man who used to play with her in the palace, is now also caught up in this whirlpool of power.
"But after all, he is the emperor's son, so he shouldn't have to worry about his life, right?" Bei Lin'er tried to find a glimmer of hope.
The old nanny shook her head gently, "In the palace, even the emperor's son is not necessarily safe. With Consort Guo falling out of favor and the complex power struggles in the palace, there isn't much she can do."
"Moreover, Li Zhao's inherently honest nature makes him unsuited for the scheming and plotting in the palace, which further increases his danger," Bei Lin'er fell silent, knowing that the old nanny was speaking the truth. The treachery in the palace was no child's play, and Li Zhao's situation was indeed worrying.
"What can we do then?" Bei Lin'er asked, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctance.
The old granny sighed, "The only thing we can do now is to make you stronger. Only when you are strong can you possibly protect the people you want to protect."
Bei Lin'er nodded, her heart more determined than ever.
She had to become stronger, for the sake of all the Ba-Shu people, for the innocent ones who were displaced in the chaotic world.
Bei Lin'er turned and walked towards the martial arts training ground, each step firm and powerful. She knew that this was not just sword training, but also her destiny.
As night fell, the moonlight shone like silver, illuminating Bei Lin'er's solitary figure.
She waved the sword, and with each swing, the wind howled. With each sheath, her heart remained resolute, telling the tale of a once beloved princess who had become a thing of the past.
Beneath the moonlight, her sword dance was no longer just a form of training, but a declaration—Ba-Shu's Blood lotus would eventually rise in the storm.
In the distant palace, Li Zhao was also learning in his own way how to survive in the palace after losing his father's favor, for the sake of Guo Pin's mother.
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