The Legend of the Concubine in the Harem

The moment the long sword was swung, the crisp sound of the sword made Lu Baohui's heart tremble.

She was in poor health and always felt powerless in martial arts. The strength brought by the drugs gave her the illusion that she was a healthy and normal person. Although she knew that this feeling was just an illusion that consumed her life, she still couldn't help but get excited about it, and she fought more and more crazily.

The word "brave" which had nothing to do with her in the past was now displayed to the fullest as she wielded her sword.

On the other hand, Lu Weiyuan, who had occupied a huge advantage from the very beginning, was forced to retreat again and again.

Her sword movements were completely random and she was just passively blocking her sister's relentless attacks. Her steps were chaotic and shaky, like a child who had just learned to walk and was about to pick up a sword to fight the enemy. She was extremely embarrassed by the opponent's continuous sword light.

The red long sleeves were cut by the sword, and fine sword marks appeared on Lu Weiyuan's skin, which had long been invulnerable to water and fire and as hard as iron. The people present saw the sisters fighting, and the stronger one was at a disadvantage. They were all shocked and hesitated whether they should step forward to help.

A sentry grabbed the knife at his waist and couldn't help but take a step forward. The guard immediately raised his hand to stop him and shouted, "Are you looking for death?!"

"But Your Highness..."

"That's not something you and I can control. Get out!"

Lu Weiyuan staggered back, the wound on her arm bleeding continuously. Her expression was solemn and serious, with a focus she had never had before.

Lu Baohui, who was attacking with a sword, was not at ease either. She frowned deeply, knowing that the result of this challenge would be defeat - Lu Weiyuan, who was fighting against her, had completely abandoned everything she had learned in the past, and both her sword skills and footwork were just her instinctive reactions.

That's why it looks so messy and disorganized, just like a child who has just learned.

Lu Baohui didn't know whether she should be happy or not.

Lu Weiyuan's performance was not because she still looked down on herself and she was deliberately hiding her edge. Instead, it was because she began to take it seriously and face it squarely that she abandoned what she had learned in the past and faced Lu Baohui's attack with the most authentic attitude.

This made Lu Baohui have a strange feeling. She knew very well that she was not looked down upon, but she always felt that if this were the case, she would be like bullying a little sister. But at the same time, she knew very well that if Lu Weiyuan did not do this, she would have been defeated in the first move.

After all, the difference in their martial arts skills was too great. Even though Lu Baohui had never admitted defeat in her heart, she could not deny the real gap.

From the moment Lu Weiyuan showed a serious attitude, he was destined to give in to the duel. It was not out of contempt or prank, but out of seriousness.

otherwise......

"That's too bullying." Lu Weiyuan said.

In a sense, she and Lu Baohui can be regarded as two completely different species. No matter how much Lu Baohui sacrifices, it is difficult to hurt her in the slightest.

Lu Weiyuan wanted to ensure the fairness of this battle as much as possible, even if it was only what she considered "fair".

The sword continued to ring.

On the city wall of the imperial capital, two figures kept interweaving, the sound of the wind enveloped them, and the early morning sunlight cast a layer of warm color on them.

The sword light that was piercing straight at her face was easily deflected by Lu Weiyuan. She and Lu Baohui had exchanged more than a hundred moves. The long sleeves of her clothes had been cut into rags, and there were sword wounds on her hands and shoulders. Most of her hair was loose, but she became more and more at ease in dealing with Lu Baohui's offensive sword moves. Gradually, her moves became more and more routine and her steps became relaxed again.

With each provocation and each push, the tip of the sword wrapped around Lu Baohui's sword like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue and struck repeatedly, causing the slight tremor of the sword body to turn into a continuous vibration, making it impossible for Lu Baohui to hold the sword tightly, and the hilt of the sword almost slipped out of her hand.

She was startled and took a step back.

However, this step back completely reversed the offensive and defensive sides of the entire battle.

Lu Weiyuan used the sword moves he had just developed from his sister's attack to completely suppress Lu Baohui's momentum, and he raised his sword and attacked fiercely without holding back.

Lu Baohui, who hurriedly changed her tactics and returned to defense, was unable to react and staggered back. Beads of sweat rolled down into the dust. Her clothes had long been soaked and stuck to her body. She had not noticed it when she was eager to attack just now, but now that she was at a disadvantage, she felt the wet clothes becoming colder and stickier, as if they had suddenly become heavy.

"Qiang!!!"

The long sword in Lu Baohui's hand was knocked away. She gritted her teeth and pulled out the dagger covered with mud. She was about to continue to fight the enemy, but she saw a flash of sword and blood splattered. Her right hand suddenly became numb and her five fingers loosened uncontrollably.

The dagger fell to the ground, and Lu Baohui, covering the wound on her right hand, took several steps back, and finally fell to one knee unable to support herself.

The bloody blade was placed on her neck, and Lu Weiyuan said, "Sister, you lose."

Lu Baohui's voice trembled: "Ah, I lost again."

The sword had severed the tendons in her right hand, and her left hand had completely lost its strength. She could only press down weakly, unable to stop the blood from gushing out - she had no strength left.

In other words, the effect of the drug had worn off long ago, and she should have used up all her strength and fallen to the ground. However, Lu Baohui completely threw everything away in the fight, and fought with Lu Weiyuan for nearly half an hour with only determination. It was not until the moment when the offensive was reversed and she was completely defeated that she suddenly realized that she had reached the end.

A stream of black blood spurted out of her mouth.

Lu Baohui gritted her teeth and stopped herself from falling: "Kill me."

"Do you have to be so cruel to me?" Lu Weiyuan asked in a cold tone without putting away his sword.

"It's your turn to feel helpless." Lu Baohui smiled weakly. "I envy you, but I hate you even more. I know that if I stand up and take the credit and return to the capital with the army, I will be destined to become a stepping stone for your power, instead of becoming a story of sibling harmony and mutual respect between the monarch and his subjects as our mother had planned for you and my third sister."

"Well, I don't have a mother anymore. My mother... and you were the only ones willing to be close to me at that time."

"Come on, kill me. It will be the only reward I can give you and my mother for that time and all the calculations that followed. This is what my father and mother wanted. I am just taking this opportunity to vent my frustration to you. But in this way, I can be considered a good daughter."

Lu Weiyuan: "You just want to be a good daughter to them, not a good sister to me?"

Lu Baohui did not answer. She closed her eyes and said, "Before I die, I am already very satisfied to be able to fight you like this. Although my body is not good, if I had not taken the secret medicine, I would have no problem living for a few more decades. But do you understand? No matter how long I live... no matter how long I live, for me, I will only live with regrets. There is no meaning except driving myself crazy."

The morning light is rising.

The fourth daughter of Emperor Qiyuan, Princess Shou'an Lu Baohui, intended to rebel. She led her troops to attack the imperial capital, and fought alone with Empress Chengtian on the battlefield. She was killed on the city wall and was later posthumously named Prince Huaimin.