After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

After a day of hard work by everyone, the rows of simple equipment looked particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

Xia Yurou was wearing a light martial arts skirt with her sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth. At this moment, she was standing in front of a thick horizontal bar, demonstrating the standard method of pull-ups to Xiaoxue.

But it was not as satisfactory as Xia Yurou had imagined. Xiaoxue almost used up all her strength to pull upwards. Her pretty face turned red, and her body trembled as she gripped the horizontal bar tightly and lifted her chin with difficulty.

"Xiaoxue, you can do it, just hold on a little longer."

Hearing the princess' encouragement, the little girl bit her lower lip and held on, but finally she fell down from the crossbar.

Seeing this, Xia Yurou rushed over, caught Xiaoxue steadily, and helped her to the pavilion to rest.

Xiaoxue sat on a stone bench, with her head lowered and a look of loss on her face. She seemed to be blaming herself for being so useless.

But the princess did not blame her. Instead, she held Xiaoxue's hand lovingly and gently rubbed the red and swollen area.

"Xiaoxue, you've done very well. Everyone has a first time. As long as you can persevere, you will be able to see the sun through the clouds and see the rainbow from the storm."

Her gentle voice was magnetic, like a spring breeze, blowing away the loss and gloom in Xiaoxue's heart.

Then, Xia Yurou took out a long whip from behind her. The whip was like a snake, curved and flexible: "Xiaoxue, this is for you. You can use it to protect yourself in the future."

Xiaoxue held the long whip tightly and wanted to try to swing it, but her movements seemed so unfamiliar that the whip drew messy arcs in the air.

"Relax, keep your wrists flexible, don't be too stiff."

Xia Yurou held Xiaoxue's wrist and instructed her softly, leading her to feel the power of the whip and her own rhythm.

Xiaoxue always found it difficult to master the technique, and the whip was often out of control in her hands, either hitting herself or throwing it aside.

Looking at Xiaoxue, who was covered in wounds, Xia Yurou wiped the wound medicine for her with heartache, and kept blaming herself: "Maybe, I really shouldn't have let you learn martial arts."

Xiaoxue raised her head and said weakly what was in her mind: "Miss, I have never blamed you. I know learning martial arts is not easy, but I am willing to try. I really want to share the burden with you. If I really learn it, I can protect you."

As she spoke, she swung the whip again. Although her movements were still unfamiliar, the force of the whip was even stronger than before.

Xia Yurou looked at Xiaoxue, her eyes full of pity.

Just when she was about to complete a beautiful whip flower, the whip got out of control again and hit her arm hard.

Even so, it couldn't stop Xiaoxue.

Xia Yurou, who was standing by, felt distressed. She took the whip from her and said to Xiaoxue seriously, "The power of the whip lies in its agility and speed."

As she spoke, Xia Yurou wielded the whip flexibly. The whip seemed to have life in her hands, drawing graceful arcs in the air and making crisp sounds.

Xiaoxue, who was standing by, tried hard to remember every move of the princess. Although she was still a little clumsy at first, she was gradually able to control her own rhythm.

Ren Chenxi finished his government affairs and came over. Seeing Xiaoxue practicing so seriously, he picked up the sword and started practicing as well, with a gust of sharp wind making a sound.

After a while, Xia Yurou began to teach Xiaoxue how to control the rhythm of her breathing, and the subtle airflow fluctuated accordingly.

"Running can better train your lung capacity. You should learn to adjust your breathing state. Don't be too hasty at the beginning. You should maintain the rhythm step by step."

Although Xiaoxue didn't quite understand what the princess said, she nodded obediently and ran around the garden.

In the back garden on the other side, Xia Yurou found Steward Lin who was concentrating on practicing, and said softly, "Uncle Lin, I will start teaching you shooting techniques now."

She handed the black sniper rifle to Steward Lin: "Try it first and see if you can hit the target over there."

At the princess' request, Steward Lin stood by the window of the west wing, 300 meters away from the target, and then aimed at the target in the distance. A crisp gunshot was heard, but the bullet went off track and landed on the grass outside the target.

"The key to shooting is breathing. When you have nothing to do, go for a run with Xiaoxue. Also, you must stay calm, breathe steadily, and feel the distance between the bullet and the target with your heart. Try again."

He tried to calm his heartbeat and breathing, aimed the sniper rifle in his hand at the target in the distance, and finally left a small bullet hole in the target.

Half a month later, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the training ground in the mansion, casting mottled light and shadows.

Xiaoxue was wearing a light training suit and running as fast as the wind on the training ground with a long whip in her hand. Her figure was light and agile, and every whip strike was accompanied by sharp precision.

Under Xia Yurou's guidance, Ren Chenxi's swordsmanship became more powerful than before, and every time he swung the sword, it was like thunder.

He changed direction and stabbed fiercely at Xia Yurou who was eating melon seeds in the pavilion. She was not at all panicked when she saw the prince attacking her.

The tips of their swords collided with a clang. Ren Chenxi's eyes flashed, and his sword skills suddenly changed. The long sword instantly turned into countless phantoms and attacked Xia Yurou's body.

The girl smiled with satisfaction, and moved nimbly and lightly. Her sword skills seemed casual, but they contained deep meaning.

At this time, Steward Lin was standing in a farther attic, aiming at a target in the distance. After a gunshot, he accurately hit the red dot in the center of the target.

Inside Prince Nan's mansion, Ren Chennan sat on the rosewood chair in the study, tapping lightly on the table, making a 'knock knock' sound.

"Your Majesty, things are going smoothly. But what's strange is that Prince Beiling and Princess Beiling haven't left the palace for half a month."

The report from his subordinates was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, which suddenly caused ripples.

Ever since that woman appeared, Ren Chenxi's political performance and ability have improved by leaps and bounds, and he has been praised by his royal brother.

The atmosphere in the study became depressing. He stood up and walked to the window, saying, "Continue to observe their every move, and report any disturbance to me in a timely manner."

The subordinate bowed his head in agreement, but still mustered up the courage to speak out: "Your Highness, we can't get into Prince Chen's Mansion at all. The roof is full of traps. If we are not careful, we will..."

After hearing this, Ren Chennan's face darkened and he said in a deep voice: "Keep a close watch outside the mansion and don't miss any clues."

In the study, the candlelight flickered, illuminating Ren Chennan's stern face, adding a bit of sinisterness to him.

"Xia Yurou, what on earth are you plotting?"

He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner anger, and punched the wall hard, instantly leaving a deep dent in the wall.

There are already many spies lurking around Prince Chen's Palace, staring closely at the gate of the palace and not daring to relax at all.