The Side Character Wants to Lie Flat-Chapter 80: Pushed into the Fire Pit

Lin Qingzhi had not only learned to dress beautifully but also mastered the four arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her personality had become more lively, and her words and actions were thoughtful and considerate. She immediately won the affection of everyone in the Han Family, and even Han Zhenzhen, who had previously disliked her, began to grow close to her.

Not long ago, Han Zhenzhen had been chosen by Princess Ningyang as one of Prince Zhao’s nannies.

At the time, Han Zhenzhen was completely against it.

She had heard that Prince Zhao was a sinister, treacherous, and moody man who killed without blinking. He was a terrifying Evil God.

She dared not live with such a man.

Initially, she had planned to beg her parents to call off the engagement. But Lin Qingzhi found her and quietly told her a secret.

Lin Qingzhi said that she had gained a special ability after recovering from a serious illness.

She often had dreams that showed her events that were soon to happen.

One of her dreams foretold that Prince Zhao would one day become the Regent King, wielding power over the entire imperial court.

To convince Han Zhenzhen, Lin Qingzhi even used another dream to prove she wasn’t lying.

And Han Zhenzhen did indeed believe her cousin.

In her desire to capture the heart of the future Regent King, she instantly changed her mind and agreed to marry into the Prince Zhao Mansion.

What she hadn’t expected was that this decision would push her into a fiery pit.

「The next day.」

Another subject was added to Hua Manman’s curriculum: martial arts.

After finishing her calligraphy practice, she was taken to the Training Ground by Prince Zhao.

The Training Ground was located in the northern part of the Prince Mansion.

The area had originally been a peach grove. Every spring, it would fill with blooming peach blossoms. When the wind blew, a rain of white and pink petals would fall, creating a breathtakingly beautiful, otherworldly scene.

Unfortunately, it had a master like Li Ji, who possessed not a shred of aesthetic appreciation.

After his return to the capital, he had the entire grove cut down and converted into a training ground, designated for the daily drills of the Royal Guards.

When Li Ji and Hua Manman arrived at the Training Ground, the trusted aides were sparring in pairs.

It was the height of summer and scorching hot. Unable to bear the heat, the young, able-bodied trusted aides had all taken off their shirts, sparring bare-chested and dripping with sweat.

They hadn’t expected Prince Zhao’s sudden arrival. With no time to put their shirts back on, they hastily stopped their training and saluted him in unison.

Li Ji gave a casual acknowledgment and dismissed them to continue their training.

Seeing that Prince Zhao had no intention of scolding them, the trusted aides collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Manman asked in a low voice.

"Why are they fighting with their shirts off?"

Li Ji mused, "Presumably because it would be rather strange to fight with their pants off."

Hua Manman: "..."

’You’re so weird.’

Normally, the first step to learning martial arts would be to practice the horse stance. But Li Ji skipped that step and went straight to teaching her how to use a sword.

He only taught three moves.

Lift, cleave, and thrust.

Li Ji demonstrated them himself.

Even though his legs were impaired, his posture was still elegant and his aura fierce as he swung the longsword.

’It felt like watching a wandering swordsman from a wuxia novel.’

’It was really inspiring.’

After the demonstration was over, Li Ji tossed the sword to Hua Manman.

"Your turn."

Hua Manman swung the sword, mimicking his earlier movements.

The same moves that were so astonishingly powerful when Li Ji performed them were limp and utterly lacking in force when she tried.

For once, Li Ji didn’t deploy his signature sarcasm. He only said idly,

"Keep practicing. You don’t stop until I say so."

Hua Manman had no choice but to begrudgingly continue her sword practice.

Under the blazing sun, she swung the longsword with all her might, her skirt swirling and her eyes bright.

Before long, a healthy flush rose to her cheeks, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

The man sat in the wheelchair, quietly watching her.

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Author’s Note: This isn’t repeated content. I revised a part of the previous Chapter. You can go back and look, but it’s fine if you don’t—it won’t affect your reading experience.