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Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed through Jun Jiuxiao's mind. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

He didn't know why his Yao'er knew his sword moves and could execute them so skillfully.

But this doubt was quickly replaced by the tenderness in his deep eyes.

His Yao'er always brought him surprises; her talent and wit were things he cherished.

He smiled slightly, a smile that carried a mixture of doting affection, pride, and a subtle, almost imperceptible, possessiveness.

His gaze gently fell on Chu Xingyao, watching her dancing figure. In his eyes, the sword light seemed to have transformed into the gentlest moonlight.

He continued to leisurely strum the strings, the music and sword dance complementing each other perfectly, like a pair of perfect lovers dancing together under the moonlight.

His music was filled with deep affection; every note seemed to express his love and possessiveness for Chu Xingyao.

Only the nightjar stood steadily to one side like a silent sculpture, its round eyes wide open.

At this moment, Night Hawk was intently and eagerly observing Chu Xingyao's every move, not missing a single one of her techniques.

Whenever it saw something exciting, it would turn its head to look at Jun Jiuxiao from time to time and let out a sound of amazement that only the two of them could hear.

"Wow, Your Highness, look! The move the county princess is using right now is none other than your legendary 'Sandstorm' that shakes the martial world!"

"The county princess performed this move so exquisitely that she truly surpassed her teacher!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Nighthawk excitedly shouted again:

"My goodness, Your Highness! Miss Chu has actually learned even your extremely difficult 'Dragon's Tail Swing'!"

"And the way he used it was so skillful and natural; it was simply a stroke of genius!"

As Chu Xingyao's movements continued to change, Night Hawk shouted again:

"Your Highness, look! The move the Princess Consort is performing is none other than your magnificent 'Sword Dance of Heaven and Earth'!"

"Look at that sharp sword energy, that overwhelming momentum, it's truly breathtaking!"

Finally, when Chu Xingyao unleashed her ultimate move, "Reverse Scale Breaks the Sky," Night Hawk couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Your Highness, your astonishing 'Reverse Scale Piercing the Sky' technique is executed with effortless ease by the Princess! Such skill, if the Princess possessed internal energy, would truly be unparalleled in the world!"

As he spoke, he nodded repeatedly, his eyes overflowing with admiration.

Surprisingly, Jun Jiuxiao remained calm and composed when faced with the fact that his unique skills had been stolen by others.

On his handsome face, there was no trace of anger or dissatisfaction, only deep affection and endless doting on Chu Xingyao.

Because he understood more thoroughly than anyone else present the true meaning of the exquisite sword techniques he had painstakingly created.

At this moment, Jun Jiuxiao sat upright to the side, his slender fingers gently plucking the strings of the zither, and the melodious and graceful music poured out like a flowing stream.

On the other side, Chu Xingyao held a long sword, her movements light and agile, the sword moving with her body, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

What's even more amazing is that every note played by Jun Jiuxiao seems to have come to life, leaping joyfully in sync with Chu Xingyao's movements.

It's as if a beautiful melody was carefully composed specifically for each of her sword stances, the two echoing each other and complementing each other perfectly.

Every movement she made, whether it was turning around, stabbing, or tugging at a flower, was perfectly synchronized with his music to an impeccable degree.

They are truly a match made in heaven.

The tenderness in Jun Jiuxiao's deep, ocean-like eyes was almost overflowing.

In his eyes, it seemed that the entire vast world could not contain his deep and passionate love for Chu Xingyao.

Chu Xingyao keenly sensed the intense gaze emanating from Jun Jiuxiao.

In that instant, a strange power surged within her, making her already skillful movements even more confident and fluid.

The Dragon's Roar Sword she gripped tightly seemed to resonate with her in a strange way, as if it had been given a vibrant life.

The intricately carved dragon pattern on the sword seemed to slowly awaken from its slumber as she wielded it with agility.

As she moved with fluid grace, the sword shone with a dazzling light, like dragon scales shimmering brilliantly in the warm sunlight.

The swordplay she unleashed was like a high-pitched and stirring dragon's roar, crisp and loud, piercing straight through the surrounding air, shaking the hearts of everyone present with overwhelming force.

Every swing of her longsword carries the supreme majesty and immense power of a dragon, seemingly capable of shaking heaven and earth, leaving enemies trembling with fear and nowhere to hide before her sharp sword aura.

Nighthawk stared wide-eyed at the shocking scene before him, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He swallowed hard, forcing out a trembling, barely audible word:

"Your Highness, Your Highness... what... what exactly is this move?... How can it possess such earth-shattering power!"

Standing to the side was Jun Jiuxiao, the prince who was usually known for his calm and composed demeanor.

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on his face, mixed with a hint of doting and pride.

He gazed at her Yao'er with doting eyes, not even glancing at Ye Ying, and then calmly took over the conversation, saying:

"This is my own unique skill—'Dragon's Roar Shakes the Nine Provinces'."

Upon hearing this, Night Hawk was completely stunned, his mouth agape.

His gaze was drawn to the woman in the center of the stage, dressed in a bright red dress, as if drawn by a magnet.

At the same time, Jun Jiuxiao's gaze remained as gentle as the warm spring sun as he looked at Chu Xingyao.

His deep eyes were filled with doting affection and pride for Chu Xingyao.

At this moment, the two of them, each holding a long sword, danced gracefully, their movements as lithe as fairies descending to earth.

The other sat upright in front of the piano, gently plucking and strumming, the notes he played like a gentle stream that soothed the heart.

In that moment of stillness and movement, the unspoken understanding and deep affection between the two were perfectly revealed.

Their spectacular performance captivated everyone present.