Mysterious mirror hanging high

[Year 519 of the Changsheng calendar]

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

The nineteen-year-old Jing Yu has already established a residence outside the palace and was granted the title of prince, the title of King Ping. On this day, he was practicing boxing in the palace, and Wu Juecheng, the number one master of Zhao State, was watching quietly at the side.

"Your Highness, your blood and energy have now accumulated to the peak of martial arts. Your martial arts moves have become perfect and unique. You have formed your own style and are firmly in the realm of a first-class master. Looking around the world, apart from martial arts masters, there are few rivals for you."

Wu Juecheng, with gray hair and beard, sighed, "To have achieved such success in martial arts before the age of twenty is truly a prodigy. It's a pity that the martial arts tradition of my lineage requires training from a young age. When I met you, Your Highness, you already had a solid foundation in martial arts. Otherwise, how could I have missed such a gem in the rough."

"Senior Wu, you're too kind." After a round of boxing, Jing Yu, feeling refreshed, stopped punching, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and chuckled softly, "For the past five years, Senior Wu has valued me, put aside his prejudices, and taught me everything he knows. I have benefited greatly from the path of martial arts..."

"If Senior Wu or his descendants need anything in the future, as long as it is not against my conscience, I will certainly do my best to help to the best of my ability!" Jing Yu did not make promises easily, but when he said this, Wu Juecheng's eyes lit up.

"As long as I can get a promise from you, the future master, King Ping, these five years will not be wasted!" Wu Juecheng laughed.

"Senior Wu, please don't praise me too much!" Jing Yu smiled.

"It's not flattery. The only difference between a Xiantian Grandmaster and an ordinary warrior is a breath of Xiantian Qi... Your Highness has a strong and solid foundation, and his comprehension is exceptional. This breath of Xiantian Qi only needs an opportunity. It could take twenty years, or as little as five or six years. It's only a matter of time before this opportunity appears."

Wu Juecheng waved his hand: "With this innate true energy, whether it is released to hurt the enemy or absorbed to protect the body, the power of the moves will be more than doubled. Once you enter the innate realm, you will be half an immortal. One or two hundred ordinary soldiers cannot get close to you. You will be treated as a guest of honor in any country! When Your Highness reaches this realm, you will naturally be able to appreciate the wonders of it. By then, I am afraid that my title as the number one master of Zhao State will be lost..."

"The realm of the Xiantian Grandmaster is truly fascinating!" Jing Yu said leisurely, "I wonder how this Xiantian realm compares to those two immortals?"

Wu Juecheng shuddered, pursing his lips tightly. After a long pause, he sighed, "How can I compare to the methods of an immortal? I'm just a mortal after all..."

"Five years ago... those two immortals made a stunning appearance. Now, five years have passed, and there is no news of them. I think Your Majesty can rest assured."

"Senior Wu, don't you intend to seek immortals?"

"If I were forty years younger, I might have had this thought." Wu Juecheng shook his head. "Now I just want to find a successor to pass on my martial arts."

"Senior, do you have a favorite candidate?"

"Haha, I'm still looking. I still have a few years to live, so there's no rush." ​​Wu Juecheng said with a smile.

"Report! Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince is here."

While the two were chatting, a guard from the palace came to report.

"Seventh brother is here? What a rare guest." Jing Yu asked curiously.

"Since the Seventh Prince has arrived, he must have important matters to discuss with His Majesty. I will take my leave now." Wu Juecheng stood up and was about to leave.

"Goodbye, Senior Wu." Jing Yu nodded with a smile.

When Wu Juecheng went out, he happened to meet the seventh prince Zhao Mingfu. The youngest of the royal family, who had grown into a handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth, bowed to Wu Juecheng.

In the past, Zhao Mingfu and Jing Yu followed Wu Juecheng to learn martial arts, but they did not persist and gave up after two years of training. However, when they met this innate master, they still behaved as disciples and were very respectful.

Wu Juecheng just nodded reservedly and passed by Zhao Mingfu, not taking the thirteen-year-old seventh prince seriously.

"Brother Six!"

"Why are you here?" After Jing Yu set up his own residence outside the palace at the age of sixteen, he and his mother Li Anruo followed the principle of "keeping quiet". The two of them almost never got involved in anything related to fighting for the throne. In order to avoid being involved in cause and effect, Jing Yu even used the excuse of concentrating on martial arts to not marry until now... He was almost cutting off contact with his seventh brother, the only one with the same destiny besides himself. Except for the royal festivals, they hardly interacted with each other.

Now that Zhao Mingfu actually came to Prince Ping's Mansion in person, Jing Yu couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Sixth brother, big news!"

"My father's 60th birthday is approaching. Is there anything bigger than this?" Jing Yu said lightly.

"Sixth brother, you know that ever since that incident... Father's interest in celebrating his birthday has faded. Not to mention birthday banquets, almost all large-scale royal banquets have been discontinued in the past five years. It's still unclear whether we'll hold a birthday banquet for Father's sixtieth birthday this time."

Zhao Mingfu blinked: "I'm talking about another big thing!"

"Why are you keeping me in suspense? Tell me now!"

"The prince of my second sister's family was assassinated last night!" Zhao Mingfu whispered.

"What? The prince of my second sister's family...which one? It can't be Zhao Chengyu!" Jing Yu said in surprise.

"Oh no! It's none other than Prince Chengyu!" Even though his nephew was assassinated, Zhao Mingfu actually had a gloating look on his face: "If it weren't for Prince Chengyu, what would have happened if all my other children had died?"

It really is that good saint grandson!

Jing Yu frowned and asked, "Is the person dead?"

"I don't know. My second sister's palace is now under martial law. The situation inside is not clear yet. Even the news that the prince was assassinated is half true and half false." Zhao Mingfu shook his head.

"Why, did you do this? Why are you so happy?" Jing Yu asked suddenly.

Zhao Mingfu was shocked by these words: "Sixth brother, how can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? I don't have the ability to do that."

"Oh? You don't have the ability, but it seems you have the intention!" Jing Yu snorted: "In recent years, the second sister, third sister, and fifth brother have been fighting fiercely, and you have been fanning the flames..."

"I just can't believe it has reached this point. How dare they attack the Crown Prince? And why did they choose to do it on my father's sixtieth birthday?"

"Sixth brother, you've been so absorbed in martial arts these past few years that you can't see clearly into many things." Zhao Mingfu whispered, "Father's health has been deteriorating over the past two years. He used to attend the morning court every year, but now he only attends it five times a month..."

"After my eldest brother's death, my second sister's influence in the court increased greatly. Although my third sister did her best to consolidate the power of the Eastern Palace, it was inevitable that some of her followers would switch sides."

"Fourth brother, needless to say, has never had any foundation. Fifth brother has the Queen's support behind him, and he has been even more active in recent years."

"The old ministers in the court can see clearly now that whoever wants to sit in that position in the future will simply have to choose from my second sister, third sister, or fifth brother..."

"Fifth brother is the Queen's son, so logically speaking, he is the most legitimate. Unfortunately, I am really a bit of a fool."

"The abilities of my second and third sisters are obvious to all, but they are both women, so they suffered some losses."

"But there's also a rumor that the third sister has few children. She only has one son and one daughter now. She's 33 years old, and it won't be easy for her to have more children in the future..."

"My second sister has many children, but the most accomplished one is Crown Prince Chengyu! If I were your father, I would definitely have some considerations in my mind with Crown Prince Chengyu around."

"It can be said that this Prince Chengyu is Second Sister's biggest chance of winning!"