Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

As summer fell, the women sat quietly in the carriage, sunlight streaming down their bodies and illuminating the scabbing wounds on their skin. Although the wounds were beginning to heal, the scars left by the whippings remained prominent, as if telling the story of the pain they had endured.

The scars crisscrossed her skin like grotesque centipedes. Each scar was so shocking, reminding one of the cruelty of those who had attacked her. Shi Wanxia gently stroked the scars on her body, a complex emotion welling up inside her. These scars were not only physical injuries, but also emotional wounds. They constantly reminded her of everything she had endured.

However, despite the conspicuousness of these scars, Shi Wanxia didn't pay much attention to them.

During their nearly ten days of recuperation, Shi Wanxia and her companions supported each other and weathered the most difficult time together. They faced their pain and shared their joys, deepening their friendship. Now, sitting in the carriage, basking in the warmth of the sun and feeling each other's presence, their hearts were filled with peace and contentment.

As they headed south, the autumn air grew increasingly cool, and Shen Yanchu was thoroughly annoyed these past few days. The reason was simple: Lu Zeyu, for some unknown reason, kept showering him with attention. This made Shen Yanchu feel extremely uncomfortable, even somewhat resentful.

Lu Zeyu always found various excuses to get close to Shen Yanchu, sometimes giving him small gifts, sometimes inviting him to play chess. At first, Shen Yanchu tried to politely refuse, but Lu Zeyu seemed to completely misunderstand him and continued to do as he pleased.

Shen Yanchu found Lu Zeyu's behavior somewhat inexplicable; he couldn't understand why Lu Zeyu was suddenly being so attentive to him. He tried to find the reason, but to no avail. This feeling of being pestered made him very uncomfortable, so he began to try to avoid Lu Zeyu and reduce contact with him.

However, Lu Zeyu seemed determined not to give up. He continued to appear around Shen Yanchu, leaving Shen Yanchu feeling trapped with nowhere to escape. Shen Yanchu grew increasingly agitated, unsure how to break free from Lu Zeyu's entanglement.

Cui Yu'an inadvertently caught a glimpse of the young master Lu, who was once again meticulously dressed, coming to cultivate a relationship with Shen Yanchu. He wore a magnificent brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, and possessed a tall, handsome figure, exuding an air of nobility in every gesture. The young master Lu wore a fawning smile, but his eyes revealed a hint of cunning. He kept trying to find topics to talk about with Shen Yanchu, attempting to attract his attention.

Shen Yanchu, however, remained indifferent, unmoved by Young Master Lu's attentiveness. He sat there quietly, a book in his hand, his gaze focused intently on the pages, as if everything around him was irrelevant. Young Master Lu, seeing this, felt a surge of annoyance, but he suppressed his displeasure and continued his conversation with Shen Yanchu.

Cui Yu'an watched this scene with amusement. He knew that the young master Lu had feelings for Shen Yanchu, but unfortunately, Shen Yanchu had no interest in him. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the young master Lu, and at the same time, he felt helpless about Shen Yanchu's indifference. He shook his head, turned around and left this place of trouble, leaving the young master Lu alone there trying his best to seduce Shen Yanchu.

Shi Wanxia was unaware of what had happened on Shen Yanchu's side. She sat in the car, holding a copy of the Analects of Confucius, and gently taught Qingqing and the others to recite it. However, Qingqing and the others were initially reluctant, muttering, "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent." Upon hearing this, she smiled slightly and patiently explained, "The original meaning of this saying is not that women should not have talent, but rather that a woman's virtue is more important."

She told Qingqing and the others that the Analects is a classic work of traditional culture left by our ancestors, containing a wealth of wisdom and principles about life. By studying the Analects, one can improve their self-cultivation and character, and better understand the meaning and value of life.

Qingqing and the others listened to her words and nodded thoughtfully. She continued to teach them to recite the Analects, explaining the meaning of each word. Gradually, Qingqing and the others were drawn in by her explanations and began to study diligently.

In the past few days, Qingqing and her friends have learned many Chinese characters and understood many principles of life. They are filled with gratitude towards her and have developed a strong interest in studying the Analects of Confucius.

She felt incredibly gratified watching Qingqing and the others study so diligently.

A carriage was speeding along a winding mountain road. Suddenly, the carriage came to a screeching halt, and the passengers lurched forward due to inertia. Immediately afterward, a series of strange noises broke the tranquility outside.

"Stop right there, sir! We only rob you, we don't kill you! Behave yourselves and hand over your valuables! Otherwise, our knives won't let you get away with this!" A rough voice came from outside, accompanied by threats.

The girls inside the car were immediately thrown into a panic; fear gripped everyone. Some began to tremble, while others tried to find a place to hide their valuables.

The driver was pale. He tried to reason with the robbers, but they wouldn't listen to his explanations. They brandished their knives and threatened the people inside the carriage.

At this tense moment, Shen Yanchu and the others stepped out of the carriage. Li Changyu, long sword in hand, surveyed his surroundings with a cold gaze. He was in a mountain forest, surrounded by numerous bandits, a dark and menacing sight that sent chills down his spine.

These bandits were all menacing-looking, wielding various weapons—some brandishing broadswords, others carrying spears, and still others carrying bows and arrows—they appeared extremely fierce. They surrounded Li Changyu, their eyes gleaming with greed and murderous intent.

Li Changyu remained unmoved, his posture upright, as firm as a mountain peak. His eyes revealed a determination and fearlessness, as if these bandits were nothing more than ants in his eyes.

He slowly raised the longsword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine. He took a deep breath and then shouted, "You bandits, how dare you commit evil deeds here! Today, I, Li Changyu, will act on behalf of Heaven and wipe you all out!"

His voice was loud and powerful, echoing through the mountains and forests, inspiring those who heard it. The bandits were intimidated by his imposing presence, and for a moment none of them dared to step forward.

Seeing this, Li Changyu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. He flashed forward like a ghost, his longsword transforming into a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the throat of one of the bandits.

The bandit screamed and collapsed to the ground, his blood staining the earth red. Enraged by this, the other bandits brandished their weapons and charged at Li Changyu.

Undeterred, Li Changyu unleashed his superb swordsmanship, engaging the bandits in a fierce battle. His figure moved nimbly among them, his longsword as agile as a venomous snake, each strike accurately hitting its target.

As time went on, the bandits suffered increasing casualties, and they began to feel fear and despair. But Li Changyu fought with increasing ferocity, his swordsmanship becoming ever more formidable, leaving the bandits utterly helpless.

Finally, the bandits could no longer withstand Li Changyu's attack and scattered in all directions. Watching them leave, Li Changyu felt a surge of accomplishment. He knew that he had once again protected the safety of the people and upheld justice.

He sheathed his longsword and slowly walked out of the forest. Sunlight shone on him, illuminating his resolute face.

Shen Yanchu stared intently at Young Hero Li, her eyes revealing admiration. The swordsmanship Young Hero Li had just displayed was as fluid as flowing water, with sharp swordplay and exquisite moves, leaving everyone in awe.

Shen Yanchu pondered to himself, this sword technique seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He tried hard to recall, attempting to find a similar sword technique. Was it in a martial arts competition in the martial world? Or in a demonstration by a senior? His thoughts traversed the sea of ​​memories, searching for that familiar clue.

Young Master Li sheathed his sword and stood still, his breathing steady, a confident smile on his face. He felt Shen Yanchu's gaze, smiled slightly, and cupped his hands, saying, "Brother Shen, you flatter me."

Shen Yanchu snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "Young Master Li's swordsmanship is superb, truly admirable. May I ask if this sword technique has a name?"

Young Master Li replied, "This is a family-inherited sword technique called 'Qingfeng Sword Technique'."

Shen Yanchu suddenly realized that it was the Qingfeng Sword Technique. He had heard of its reputation before, and seeing it today, he could see that it truly lived up to its name. He couldn't help but become curious about Young Master Li's family background and asked, "Young Master Li comes from a prestigious family, so you must have practiced your swordsmanship diligently since childhood, right?"

Young Master Li nodded and said, "That's right. My father was strict with me and taught me swordsmanship from a young age. I dared not slack off and practiced diligently every day, which is why I have achieved what I have today."

Shen Yanchu felt even more admiration for Young Hero Li. He knew that mastering swordsmanship required a great deal of time and effort, and that Young Hero Li's achievements must have come from unimaginable hard work.

The two exchanged a smile, and the distance between them seemed to shrink considerably. They began to talk about their swordsmanship insights and interesting stories from the martial world, as if they had found kindred spirits.