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"Great! This is truly wonderful!"
Finally, someone could no longer contain their excitement and was the first to cheer loudly.
Soon after, the others seemed to awaken from a dream, echoing in agreement, "Yes! It’s absolutely spectacular!"
In an instant, applause erupted, and cheers rang out continuously.
Lin Feng, however, appeared oblivious to the praise surrounding him. He remained fully focused until he had completed an entire set of sword techniques before sheathing his sword with grace and ease.
After taking a deep breath, he smiled and said, "Oh dear, this prince is exhausted! Let me rest for a moment."
With that, he turned and walked to the side, plopping down onto the ground.
Seeing this, the others hurriedly gathered around him. Some quickly offered a water pouch, expressing concern, "Fourth Prince, please drink some water to quench your thirst."
Others swiftly handed him a clean towel, smiling obsequiously as they said, "Fourth Prince, wipe off your sweat; don’t catch a chill."
At that moment, someone seized the opportunity to flatter him further, saying, "Fourth Prince, your sword techniques are simply becoming more exquisite; truly unmatched in the world!"
The others were not to be outdone and scrambled to come up with various compliments to praise him.
Lin Feng seemed accustomed to such flattery; he merely smiled slightly and replied casually, "Haha, it’s just some minor skills; nothing worth mentioning."
"In fact," he continued, "as long as you all are willing to practice diligently, perhaps one day you’ll surpass me!"
After quite some time, Lin Feng finally caught his breath. Feeling rested enough, he stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff limbs before beginning to pack his things in preparation to leave.
It was mid-winter now; the cold wind was biting and made one’s face sting. The streets were deserted; hardly a soul could be seen. After all, in such frigid weather, everyone preferred to stay indoors by the fire rather than endure the harshness outside.
Lin Feng thought to himself that there was nothing urgent at the Yamen requiring his constant attention. Even if something did arise, his capable subordinates would promptly report it to him. Thus, he found himself enjoying a bit of leisure.
With a light step, Lin Feng made his way to his room. As soon as he entered, he eagerly shed the slightly bulky cotton coat he wore and walked over to the bathtub. He scooped up hot water and poured it into the tub. Before long, the entire room was filled with rising steam.
Lin Feng quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped into the tub. The warm water enveloped his body instantly; the comforting sensation made him let out a satisfied sigh: "This feels so good!"
Speaking of which, Lin Feng hadn’t practiced martial arts properly for quite some time. Although that recent bout had left him feeling somewhat fatigued...
At that moment, his muscles had received ample exercise. Soaking in the warm bathwater now, he felt as if every pore in his body had opened up, and all his fatigue seemed to wash away with the flowing water. He felt incredibly relaxed and joyful.
In stark contrast, Xia Qingyu had been busier than ever during this time. Ever since Lin Feng handed her the keys to the treasury, she had devoted herself entirely to managing the various shops in the treasury and overseeing all matters within the estate. She rose before dawn each day and worked tirelessly until late at night, even having to squeeze out time just to eat.
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