Li Yingheng is really that bad, a silver spearhead that's all show, no substance? Obviously not!
The Swordsmith Manor, a top-tier sect in the Capital Region, had risen to prominence through forging swords, producing both famous swords and master swordsmen. Yet, it was defeated in such an effortless manner.
To those who don't know better, it seemed easy. To those who do, it seemed even easier.
So why was the defeat so crushingly simple?
Isn't it because your Prince Mansion wanted to choose a son-in-law? Isn't it because you, Prince Jing, had taken a liking to this former rival—seeing his mastery of martial arts as divine and his future limitless—and wanted to take him in as a son-in-law?
But you worried that simply laughing and letting bygones be bygones would make people think you are spineless, so you conspired with Chen Zunming to perform a two-person act. Everyone knew. Everyone understood.
