I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

"Wanwan, when Xiaobao and I were out on the street today, we found someone following us. I guess it might be someone from Wanshengdao." Li Xiangyi put down the teacup in his hand and frowned slightly.

Qiao Wanwan put down her needlework, walked over to Li Xiangyi, and gently held his hand: "It seems we have to be careful, they will probably come here soon."

It was late at night, and all was quiet. The sound of footsteps shattered the stillness of the night. Qiao Wanwan and Li Xiangyi opened their eyes almost simultaneously, alert. "Someone's coming, and there's quite a few of them," Li Xiangyi whispered, grasping the Young Master's Sword in his hand.

Qiao Wanwan also gripped her soft sword tightly, and the two of them quickly left the room. Almost simultaneously, Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng also noticed the disturbance and rushed out of their respective rooms. Jiao Liqiao followed closely behind, a subtle hint of nervousness on her face.

"Fang Xiaobao, be careful later." Li Xiangyi reminded Fang Duobing, his eyes sweeping across the courtyard, watching the movements around him vigilantly.

The men in black appeared like ghosts and surrounded them. "Who are you?" Fang Duobing shouted, unsheathing his sword and pointing it directly at the men in black.

The men in black didn't answer. The leader took off his veil, revealing a familiar face. "Hand over the Moruo Ding, and I'll make your death a quick one!"

Jiao Liqiao recognized the man immediately; it was Feng Yin, the person she had been in contact with. "Feng Yin! You..." She looked at him in disbelief, her heart filled with shock and anger.

"Jiao Liqiao, you are now actually together with them, so let's die together today!" Feng Yin's tone was cold, and murderous intent was visible in his eyes.

A fierce battle erupted instantly. Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship was exquisite, the blade gleaming like snow, chilling and chilling. Qiao Wanwan's Mingyu Gong, combined with her soft sword, was agile and graceful, flowing like clouds and water. Di Feisheng's swordsmanship was domineering and sharp, the wind whistling, unstoppable.

Although Fang Duobing's martial arts skills were not as good as the three men, he was not afraid and fought hard with the man in black.

The black-clad man was quite skilled in martial arts, but he was ultimately no match for the combined strength of the four. After a fierce battle, the black-clad men fell to the ground one after another, leaving only Feng Yin struggling to hold on.

"Feng Yin, you can't escape!" Li Xiangyi pointed the tip of his sword at Feng Yin, his tone cold.

Feng Yin knew that the situation was hopeless. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He suddenly made a feint and turned to flee into the distance.

"Want to run?" Di Feisheng roared and chased after him with a knife.

"A Fei, don't chase a desperate enemy!" Li Xiangyi shouted, but the sound of the flute had already chased out.

"Fang Xiaobao, how are you?" Qiao Wanwan asked with concern. She found that there was a wound on Fang Duobing's arm and blood was constantly flowing out.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury." Fang Duobing said while enduring the pain, not wanting to make Qiao Wanwan worry.

Li Xiangyi came over and checked Fang Duobing's wound, frowning: "The wound is quite deep and needs to be treated as soon as possible."

Qiao Wanwan quickly tore off her clothes and bandaged Fang Duobing's wound. "Fang Xiaobao, be more careful next time and don't be so stubborn." Her tone was gentle, her eyes full of concern.

"I understand, Sister Wanwan." Fang Duobing looked at Qiao Wanwan's gentle eyes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Li Xiangyi looked at the two of them, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. "Let's go back first. We shouldn't stay here for long."

Everyone returned to the room, and Qiao Wanwan carefully treated Fang Duobing's wounds and gave him some healing pills.

"Fang Xiaobao, have a good rest, your wound will heal soon." Qiao Wanwan said softly.

"Thank you, Sister Wanwan." Fang Duobing looked at Qiao Wanwan with gratitude, his heart filled with emotion.

Li Xiangyi looked at Fang Duobing and thought to himself: This kid is really lucky to receive such care from Wan'er.

Di Feisheng returned quickly, his face looking rather grim. "He got away," he said with a hint of annoyance.

"It's okay, it's not too late to catch him next time." Li Xiangyi comforted.

"Thanks to you this time, otherwise I'm afraid..." Jiao Liqiao said with lingering fear.

"You're welcome, we are all friends." Qiao Wanwan said with a smile.

"Yes, we are friends." Fang Duobing also agreed.

It was late at night, and traces of the battle remained in the courtyard. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Li Xiangyi looked around and confirmed that there was no other danger. He said gently, "It's getting late. They won't be coming back in the short term. Let's go and rest."

He gently put his arm around Qiao Wanwan's shoulders, and the two walked side by side towards the room, their figures gradually disappearing into the night.

Fang Duobing looked at their departing backs, feeling a little lost, but more of a longing for the future.

In the room, the flickering candlelight illuminated the figures of Li Xiangyi and Qiao Wanwan.

Qiao Wanwan sat on the edge of the bed, holding a clean cloth in her hand, gently wiping Li Xiangyi's sword.

She raised her head, looked at Li Xiangyi tenderly, and asked softly, "Xiangyi, Fang Xiaobao always says that you are his master. Don't you really intend to fulfill your responsibilities as a master?"

Li Xiangyi walked over to sit next to Qiao Wanwan, took the sword from her hand, wiped it carefully, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a hint of playfulness: "Wanwan, do you want me to teach him?"

Qiao Wanwan smiled softly, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Don't you think so too? Besides, he is the son of your senior brother Shan Gudao."

Li Xiangyi's movements suddenly stopped. He looked up, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. He asked excitedly, "Wanwan, what did you say? Are you saying Fang Xiaobao is my senior brother's son?"

Qiao Wanwan nodded, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. "A few days ago, I received news that the imperial physician had examined Minister Fang's family and said they were not destined to have children. However, the Second Manor Master, He Xiaohua, was in a relationship with my senior brother. She was pregnant at the time, but later passed away. Tianji Villa now has a young master."

Li Xiangyi was stunned, the voice and smile of his senior brother Shan Gudao flashed through his mind, and he felt mixed emotions.

He never imagined that Fang Duobing was actually his senior brother's son, and also the Fang Duobing he had always admired.

Qiao Wanwan looked at Li Xiangyi's shocked expression and felt a little worried. She knew that this incident had a great impact on Li Xiangyi.

She gently held Li Xiangyi's hand and said softly, "Xiangyi, I know this is a bit sudden for you, but it's the truth. Fang Xiaobao is very similar to my senior brother, just as righteous and passionate."

Li Xiangyi came back to his senses and looked at Qiao Wanwan's gentle eyes, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.