Chapter 462

Song Jinglan said softly, "I won't use Jimo swordsmanship but ordinary moves to confront you, okay?"

Then, she turned her head and glanced at him, half-believing his suggestion,"Really?"

He nodded, "Yes."

Lin Feilu pushed forward, "Uncle Ji's sword skills are not allowed either!"

Song Jinglan smiled, "Okay."

He pulled her up from the ground, leaned over, and patted the dust on the corner of her skirt. When she held the sword again, her posture changed. Since Jimo swordsmanship was considered peerless, it naturally had its advantages. Although Lin Feilu was slow in learning, she had learned every move and style for a long time. Once Song Jinglan no longer used the same style and move, she began to gain the upper hand.

In fact, Lin Feilu also had her own style of sword skills. Because of her good Qinggong skills, her body movements were more elegant and agile. Song Jinglan wanted to parry her moves and force her to use what she learned, so he only defended and not attacked. The two were entangled with each other from the Yong An Palace to the viewing platform outside the palace, which made the spectators who surrounded them tremble in fear.

Seeing that she had exhausted all her moves and energy, Song Jinglan finally had an opening. She parried the sword out of his hand before he raised his hands in surrender, "I lost."

Although it was obvious that he gave in to her deliberately, he did so willingly. And since Lin Feilu was also happy to accept the victory, she straightened her waist proudly.

The palace servants who witnessed the fight were all ordinary common folk, so it was natural that they couldn't understand the twists and turns of the duo. In their eyes, His Majesty was being chased and slashed by the Empress with a sword before he finally lost his sword, forcing him to surrender!

Ever since the Empress showed up, the atmosphere in the palace was not as solemn as it was before. The palace servants who Lin Feilu previously disliked for their lack of activeness, gradually regained their vitality. Occasionally, they chatted about the daily life of the Empress in private while also fangirling over her as if she was a modern celebrity.

When Ji Liang came to the palace again after a year, he heard the servants in the palace talking about His Majesty surrendering to the Empress's sword every day.

A question mark slowly surfaced in the head of the number one swordsman in the world.

Had his direct disciple gotten that bad?

Ji Liang was used to lurking at night and because he had the jade plate that Song Jinglan bestowed on him, he didn't have to follow the traditional procedures through the main entrance. Therefore, he could sneak into the palace quietly every time under the cover of darkness. When he came to the Lin An Palace, Song Jinglan was still reviewing the memorials from the courtiers.

Before he even showed up, Song Jinglan had already sensed the familiar aura. He slightly curled the corners of his lips and told Tiandong, "Send everyone away."

Tiandong knew that the meaning behind his words was Sir Ji's arrival. After receiving the order, he sent all the guards and palace servants away. It almost seemed like Ji Liang had a severe case of social anxiety as he only showed himself once everyone left.

Song Jinglan put down his pen, smiled, and addressed him, "Uncle Ji."

Ji Liang still wore his expressionless face, but looked at the youngster with a tinge of doubt in his eyes.