After Ren Anle finished speaking, two figures swiftly appeared above the inn. Their long swords were unsheathed, and the interplay of their blades created a dazzling spectacle.
Although the two newcomers had different sword techniques, they harmonized remarkably well. In a matter of moments, the person in black clothes found themselves in a disadvantaged position and began fighting while retreating.
"They came back just in time. I didn't expect Jian Song's swordsmanship to be so exceptional that it can rival Chang Qing." Ren Anle laughed, her praise sincere. Chang Qing was the top martial artist in Anle Fortress and had been her personal guard since childhood.
"Chang Qing, you've come at the right time. Robbery and arson are my specialty. These brats dare to provoke us in front of our ancestors. Destroy them for me!"
The arrogant laughter of Yuan Shu resounded throughout the inn, while Chang Qing remained silent. He wielded his iron sword skillfully, and there was a hint of helplessness in the eyes of Jian Song as they locked gazes.
Ren Anle coughed and turned her head, wishing she could kick this useless girl into a corner with one foot, completely forgetting that Yuan Shu had only inherited her excellent behavior in Anle Fortress.
Within the warm and peaceful room, Yuan Qin stood quietly next to the desk, observing the calm and composed expression of the young man. He sat upright, meticulously transcribing each stroke and character of the Diamond Sutra, completely ignoring the affairs outside. Yuan Qin wondered, "Does Young Master Wen not worry at all?"
"A group of insignificant individuals cannot harm Dian xia."
(diàn xià) Your Highness; is a respectful way to address someone of high status, such as a prince or princess.
"Oh? The young master is so confident in His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Wen Shuo raised his head and looked at Yuan Qin with a playful smile. He said, "Miss Yuan Qin, aren't you the same? Since you came in, you haven't even glanced outside the window once. It seems you have the same confidence in Ren daren. "
Yuan Qin was momentarily surprised and replied in a soft voice, "I and the young lady have lived together in Anle Village for over ten years. She has been on countless battlefields and never experienced a defeat. I naturally believe in her."
Wen Shuo was somewhat surprised, and admiration filled his eyes. "So, Ren daren is truly the undefeated War God in the southern border. It turns out that this rumor is true." His voice brimming with respect, he continued, "With you and Yuan Shu by her side, Ren daren is truly fortunate."
"Miss's family passed away when she was young. No matter how much effort we put in, we can never compare to blood relatives," Yuan Qin sighed and looked out the window.
"Miss rarely has someone she cares about. I can tell that she genuinely likes His Highness, but unfortunately, it's just Miss's wishful thinking."
Wen Shuo put down his brush and touched his chin, muttering to himself. "That may not necessarily be the case."
Yuam Qin, who was standing by the side, suddenly moved closer, squinting with an expression that somewhat resembled Ren Anle. She stared at the distressed Wen Shuo, who covered his mouth, and laughed, saying," I didn't hear clearly what the young master said just now. Why don't you say it again?"
Wen Shuo was startled by Yuan Qin's sudden action, and his previously calm and composed demeanor vanished completely. Swiftly, he turned around and faced the wall, silently reciting the Heart Sutra.