Mother, I have returned to the throne.

I saw the cheap guy come and go.

Even though he was the king of a country, in the end he was still unable to defeat the old scoundrel in front of him.

Song Yuan had no choice but to put aside all his doubts and devote all his energy to the work at hand.

I just want to make qualified feather steel as soon as possible.

Only in this way can we satisfy the old rascal's demands and leave here as soon as possible!

But the three words "feather steel" are easy to say, but how easy is it to actually achieve it?

Even in the previous life, this kind of Malaysian craftsmanship is definitely the pinnacle.

Back to reality, without the support of modern equipment and relying solely on manpower, the difficulty of making feather steel increased, which gave Song Yuan a headache.

In the end, it took Song Yuan three days and three nights to complete the task.

Under his guidance, the craftsmen took turns to work.

The finished knife has a feather-like pattern on the surface.

This is a Guandao, two meters long, made of a piece of Malaysian steel. Compared with the feather steel in Song Yuan's impression, the pattern on the blade is slightly distorted.

Strictly speaking, this thing doesn't pass.

But after three days and three nights of hard work, Song Yuan only had less than four hours of rest from beginning to end.

Seeing that the mission was accomplished, how could he dare to cause trouble for himself?

After spending three days together, Song Yuan had no doubt that if he found even the slightest flaw in the knife, his wife would definitely ask him to have it remade!

If this goes on for a while, I'm afraid I'll die of exhaustion in this blacksmith shop before I even reach the frontier.

I am young and have a bright future, so if I fail, then I fail!

In order to get away from this place as soon as possible, Song Yuan forced himself to stay strong and, with a bit of flattery, handed over the finished Guandao he had made with both hands.

"Uncle Wei said that a sword worthy of a hero, and this sword in your hands definitely deserves this saying!"

The finished knife weighed fifty pounds, and for Song Yuan, with his thin arms and legs, just lifting it took all his strength.

"Hahaha!"

But while Duke Wei was chatting and laughing, he held the hilt of the sword with one hand and danced the Guandao with great vigor!

Worri...

Seeing that the old man who was over fifty years old could still burst out with such strength, Song Yuan's eyes widened and he felt a little surprised.

But Duke Wei came to the courtyard in just a few steps, operated the Guandao in his hand, and then shouted loudly.

"Watch carefully, kid! I'm going to show you how to disguise my family's unique skill, the Three Soul-Slaying Axes!"

As Duke Wei spoke, a golden light suddenly burst out from his eyes.

The long sword in his hand slashed three times in a row, and a cold light flashed.

Song Yuan took a glance and felt a tingling sensation on his back.

With such skills, just talking about the agility of these three swords, there are probably very few people who can resist it.

Coupled with the gravity of the Guandao and the strength of Duke Wei, I'm afraid even the tigress in my family would suffer from this move, right?

However, Song Yuan also realized at this moment that the so-called unique skills of this old rascal were entirely based on his own strength.

No matter whether you are a man or a woman, I will give you three hits first!

If he fails to defeat his opponent after these three attacks, the old rascal will have to take a breath, and then he will be exhausted.

Just like Cheng Yaojin in Song Yuan’s memory, three moves determine life and death, either you die or I die!

"Hahaha, Your Highness, do you think my swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world?"

When Song Yuan nodded secretly, he saw Duke Wei approaching with a wide-open mouth.

The action seemed to swallow Song Yuan alive.

"Uncle Wei has extraordinary skills, so awesome!" As the saying goes, flattery never wears out, so Song Yuan quickly gave him a thumbs up in praise.

Unexpectedly, the other party's next sentence immediately made Song Yuan's face change.

"I just demonstrated it to you. How many moves did you learn from it?"

Worri...

I understand a hammer!

As for your trick, to put it bluntly, it can be summed up in two words: casual!

Do I still need to understand?

"Uncle Wei, your swordsmanship is superb... I'm just having trouble grasping even a little bit of it!"

Song Yuan suppressed his fatigue and spoke to the old man in front of him.

At the same time, roars came from my heart.

Stop torturing me, you old rascal. I just want to sleep now. It’s been four days. I haven’t had a rest for four days!

During the process of creating the feather-patterned steel, the craftsmen took turns to work, but Song Yuan had to provide guidance throughout the process, fearing that any accidents would occur.

As a prince, he would work much harder than those craftsmen. Now he could hardly open his eyes, and he was being tortured by the old scoundrel in front of him!

"My technique is all about transformation and invisibility. Don't focus too much on the fundamentals, just have the intention..."

Hearing Song Yuan being so modest, the old rascal immediately reached out and put his arm around Song Yuan's shoulders, ready to give him a lecture.

Song Yuan was stunned and just wanted to die.

"Uncle Wei, I'll go back and study it carefully. If I have any other inspiration, I will come to you and ask for your advice as soon as possible!"

Song Yuan made up an excuse and ran out of the palace as if he was escaping.

In the past, he was the one who tortured others, but this was the first time he experienced the pain of being tortured.

"This guy is like a thief... I? I was thinking of buying you a drink! 1

Seeing Song Yuan, who seemed to be possessed by lightness skills and disappeared in the blink of an eye, Duke Wei was slightly stunned and muttered.

Turning around and glancing at the Guandao in his hand, Duke Wei felt very happy.

"As the saying goes, a sword deserves a hero. Now that this sword has fallen into my hands, it has found its true master!"

……

In the prince's mansion, Song Yuan dragged his tired body.

As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I heard a teasing voice.

"Your Highness has been away for several days. Is he really planning to be a hands-off boss?"

Seeing Ye Xuan looking at him with a mocking expression, Song Yuan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Don't mention it now. I ran into an old bastard, Your Highness. I was completely tortured!"

Ye Xuan raised her eyebrows, covered her mouth and chuckled. She had only seen Song Yuan proud before, but when had she ever seen him show such a painful expression?

"Old beast... Your Highness said this, could it be that he met the Duke of Wei?"

While chuckling to herself, Ye Xuan raised her eyebrows and mentioned the title of Duke Wei.

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. It seemed that this old rascal had quite a reputation!

Even Ye Xuan had heard of his name.

This is enough to show that he has probably done all kinds of bad things!

"Aunt, what on earth did the Duke of Wei do? Why can't even the Emperor do anything to him?"

Realizing that Ye Xuan knew something about Duke Wei, Song Yuan immediately expressed his doubts.

Ye Xuan responded, "When His Majesty was rewarding him for his merits, the Duke of Wei refused to be crowned a king. Otherwise, becoming a prince of a different surname would have been a piece of cake!"

"The old beast you're referring to was once sworn brothers with your father. He saved Your Majesty's life more than once on the battlefield. Our relationship is definitely one of life and death!"

"It's fine if you say this in private, but if outsiders hear it, you will be punished!"

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard the last part.

Being able to be on good terms with Song Youji is definitely not an easy person to deal with. More importantly, from Ye Xuan's narration, Song Yuan saw a side of this so-called Duke of Wei that was different from his rough appearance.

The old man refused to be crowned king and was only crowned duke. This approach seems simple, but it also has its own wisdom.

As the saying goes, it’s lonely at the top.

I didn't expect that such a rough person would also understand such a truth.

Such behavior is quite wise. It seems that you should avoid having too much contact with it in the future, so as not to be fooled by it.

"Who cares about the Duke of Wei or the King of Wei? I can't control anything right now. I just want to go back and rest. If any troubles come to my aunt, I'll leave them to you. I really can't handle it anymore!"

Song Yuan was about to say goodbye and waved, but Ye Xuan suddenly said something out of nowhere.

"You haven't slept for several days and nights. Shouldn't you take a bath first?"

After the words fell, Ye Xuan's cheeks turned red, and she finally realized that there was something wrong with her tone.

Song Yuan even raised his eyebrows and lost interest.

The words came out of his mouth: "Together?"

"What did you say?" Ye Xuan frowned. It happened suddenly and she didn't hear clearly.

Song Yuan shuddered, immediately realizing his mistake, and hurriedly waved his hands, saying he was about to leave the scene.

"Nothing, I said forget it!"

……

Half a day later, Song Yuan woke up. The sun had already set and a dim color covered the sky.

"How long have I slept?"

"Sir, you've slept all day, you must be hungry, right? I'll prepare dinner for you right away!"

The personal maid responded immediately. Seeing Song Yuan nod, she was about to turn around and make arrangements. After taking two steps, she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, sir, this afternoon, the Duke of Wei sent someone to deliver the invitation, and it was Madam Ye who came forward and accepted it!"

"My wife told me before that you should go to his place first after you wake up."

"Okay, got it."

Song Yuan waved his hand with a look of disdain on his face.

You old idiot, you come to trouble me again.

I can't afford to offend you, but can't I just hide away from you?

Song Yuan made up his mind that at worst he would just refuse immediately when the time came.

But thinking of my aunt's instructions, I finally went forward.

When Song Yuan arrived at the courtyard where Ye Xuan was, he saw that his aunt's hair was wet and her face was blushing, obviously she had just taken a shower.

Song Yuan exclaimed in his heart.

I'm late!

If you come early, you might be able to see some unique scenery.

With a hint of regret in his heart, Song Yuan shook his head and said, "Why did my aunt ask me to come here? I think it's better to just destroy the invitation from Duke Wei!"

"You might be able to refuse invitations from others, but it has to be from Duke Wei. If you throw away his invitation, aren't you afraid that he will come to your house and take you away?" Ye Xuan said with a smile.

Song Yuan was slightly stunned and thought to himself that he was careless.

The old scoundrel Duke of Wei has never followed the rules. If you think about it carefully, this is really possible!

Song Yuan's face turned bitter: "According to what my aunt said, I can't even refuse?"

"You don't have to look so gloomy. Duke Wei has been secluded for years, and this is the first time he's taken the initiative to invite someone. He has quite a bit of influence in the Imperial City. If the other princes knew about this, I wonder how they'd envy you!"

I can't enjoy this blessing.

Song Yuan shook his head and spoke unhappily.

"According to what my aunt said, should I thank him?"

I secretly made up my mind that since I couldn't escape, I might as well give it a try.

As the saying goes, when soldiers come, they will block it, and when water comes, the soil will cover it.

Could the Duke of Wei possibly eat himself?