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"Your Highness, Qin Biwu... is so shameless... I beg you to take me in..." He raised his eyebrows hesitantly, stretched his neck, and looked at Song Xiang pitifully, his eyes full of water, as if tears would fall in the next second.

Song Xiang's words of refusal were stuck in her throat. She curled her lips quickly and said in a nonchalant manner, "When your injury is healed, find a good place to live and move out of this palace!"

"I don't keep idlers in my palace!"

Upon hearing this, Yunque pursed his lips, looking as if he understood.

Qin Biwu was a little unwilling, but still responded with lowered brows and head, "Biwu knows."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for taking me in."

On the second day, before the morning mist had dissipated, Song Xiang put on the deputy general's uniform and the chain mail armor that Lu Zhu had prepared in the morning, and went to the military camp outside the city.

The cold light of the iron armor pierced through the thin mist, and the phoenix chariot rolled over the bluestone slabs and stopped in front of the left seventh camp of the garrison camp.

The red silk curtain was lifted, and a black-skinned robe embroidered with cloud patterns stepped lightly down. Song Xiang stood with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes as he looked at the "Xiao" family flag hanging high at the entrance of the camp.

When the soldiers guarding the camp saw the emblem on Song Xiang's carriage, they sent someone inside to report.

"I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be the Third Prince. Why didn't the Third Prince inform me beforehand?"

A rough voice came from the parade ground. General Xiao Zhen of the Left Seventh Battalion dismounted, and Wu Pidi made a dull sound as he stepped on the gravel. Behind her, twelve captains stood on both sides with swords in their hands. The sound of armor colliding was filled with undisguised contempt.

"Your Highness, you are a precious treasure. Please don't let the dirt on your soles get on the ground. Why don't you rest in the tent, drink some wine, and enjoy the food?"

Song Xiang lowered his eyes, raised his left hand and pinched the wrist guard on his right hand, and suddenly chuckled: "General Xiao, you are too polite!"

"I am not a delicate young lady like Miao Yuan. Now that I have entered the military camp, why should I be afraid of the mud on my shoes?"

Xiao Miaoyuan is Xiao Zhen's legitimate daughter. When Song Xiang said this, Xiao Zhen naturally felt angry.

However, she has been a general for so many years and has seen all kinds of storms, so she can still withstand small provocations.

"My little girl has been raised in a library since she was little, so she is indeed a bit spoiled. She is not as precious as the Third Prince's daughter. However, the military camp is full of brave women who only know how to handle swords and guns. I am afraid that I might offend the Third Prince by mistake!"

"General Xiao, you are too kind!" Song Xiang knew that this was not the time to argue. She was just responding to Qin Zhen with words to let her know that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Xiao Zhen moved aside, tilted his head slightly and said, "Your Highness, please!"

Song Xiang strode forward with his hands behind his back. The morning chill, carrying a tense atmosphere, invaded the military camp. Xiao Zhen's fingertips, which were stroking the tiger talisman, tightened slightly.

The twelve captains behind her were whispering to each other, their glances vaguely glancing at Song Xiang who was walking forward. The third princess, who grew up among the common people and had no prestige or power, had become an out-of-place existence in the eyes of everyone since she entered the military camp.

Finally, one of the captains couldn't stand it anymore and challenged him, "I've heard that the Third Prince is also very accomplished in swordsmanship. I wonder if this subordinate could learn a thing or two from him?"

Hearing this, Song Xiang stopped and turned around: "Who are you challenging?"

Xiao Zhen curled his lips but did not stop his subordinates from doing this.

A man stepped out from the left column and said indignantly, "Your Highness, I am Si Henrou and would like to learn a thing or two from you, Your Highness!"

The nine-ring broadsword at her waist clanged with each step. Her voice, deliberately kept low, was filled with contempt: "But the Third Prince is a royal family with delicate hands. I'm afraid he can't hold the hilt of the sword in the martial arts arena."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter.

"Si Henrou?" Song Xiang sneered, not taking this person seriously. "Why do you say that, Captain Si?"

Si Henrou fiercely plunged her broadsword into the ground, the blade sinking more than three inches into the blue brick. She said with awe, "If your Highness is afraid, it's not too late to beg for mercy."

She loosened her clothes, revealing the hideous arrow scar on her shoulder. "This was left from the battle against the enemy in Dayuan City. I'm afraid the Third Prince would faint at the sight of blood."

Then he pulled back his collar and said, "Does your Highness the Third Prince dare to accept the challenge?"

Song Xiang didn't expect that these people couldn't wait to show off their power to her before she even entered the tent. If she didn't accept the challenge, wouldn't it be a waste of this good opportunity? She originally wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and this way she could save trouble.

However, these people would not have thought that she came to the military camp just to stir up trouble, stand out from the crowd, attract the attention of those rebels, and make herself a target for everyone, so that her eldest sister could secretly develop her own power.

The morning breeze lifted a corner of Song Xiang's dusty robe, just like the first ray of morning light breaking through the haze.

Song Xiang took off his outer robe, revealing the chain mail lining.

When she held the long knife handed to her by Yun Que, everyone noticed that there were thin calluses on her palms.

"I'm here to learn from Captain Si's fighting skills. Please come in!"

Seeing this, everyone retreated about ten feet away.

Si Henrou squeezed the hilt of the knife and walked steadily: "Then I will not be polite!"

The moment the knife flashed, Si Henrou's nine-ring knife came slashing with a strong wind. Song Xiang turned around to avoid it, and at the same time, he turned his waist sideways and counterattacked with the blade, going straight for the big acupoint on Si Henrou's wrist like a spirit snake.

"A mere trifle!" Si Henrou shouted angrily, and the momentum of the knife suddenly changed, blocking it. The nine copper rings vibrated at the same time, making a breathtaking roar.

Song Xiang didn't chop but instead poked, with the tip of the knife precisely pointing at the weak point on the back of the knife.

With a "clang" sound, the big knife flew out of his hand and stuck into the lookout tower three meters away.

Si Henrou was furious and stood there in a daze until she felt a cold touch on her throat. Only then did she realize that Song Xiang had gotten behind her without her noticing, with the tip of his sword against her carotid artery.

"Captain Si, although I admire your contributions to the Great Chu State, but..." Song Xiang changed his tone and said calmly, "You lost!"

Si Henrou reluctantly replied, "Your Highness, I appreciate your concession!"

Then he returned to the queue.

Song Xiang raised his chin slightly, threw the knife to Yun Que, and then asked domineeringly: "Is there anyone else willing to teach me?"

As the crows flew over the watchtower, Song Xiang's soft armor shone coldly in the twilight.

She stroked the soft sword at her waist and listened to the clanging of metal coming from the distant training ground.

At first glance, the cold wind of late autumn made the black flags flutter, and under each flag stood a figure holding a weapon.

Without even looking at Xiao Zhen, she said nonchalantly, "Fighting at the door is unsightly. Why don't you go to the training ground?"

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and walked towards the training ground. The gravel on the way to the training ground made a crackling sound as Wupi stepped on it.

Only when they reached the training ground did Song Xiang stop and turn around: "Who else wants to fight me?"

"Third Prince, I'm sorry." A captain on the right came out and saluted Song Xiang. "I'm Xiao Jingyue. I heard that Third Prince is good at using a soft sword. I'd like to learn a few things from you!"

Before Xiao Jingyue finished speaking, she shook her wrist slightly, and the soft sword came out of its sheath like a silver snake, and the sword body emitted a cold and icy light.