Chapter 122

"I'm not bullying you either, kick ball, let's have a match." Jiang Yunchu picks up a kick ball, then tosses it up and down.

"Dare you?"

Kang Zhi Xia looks at Jiang Yunchu, wondering why something feels off.

Isn't it about hanging yourself on a tree?

Isn't it about putting bugs on yourself?

Why did he suddenly change his ways? Kick ball, isn't that his favorite?

If he loses, does he still have face?

"Come on, if the young master were afraid of you, he wouldn't be called Kang Zhi Xia!"

Kang Zhi Xia lifts his robe, ties it at his waist, and in an instant his sharp gaze turns to Jiang Yunchu.

"I won, so don't go telling on me!"

Since he arrived, he's never seen Jiang Yunchu train; in the morning, when they train, he basically just watches them.

"I won, you'd better not cry." Jiang Yunchu raised her eyebrows, then replied.

"Whoever cries is a grandson!"

Kang Zhi Xia immediately got angry, making a downward gesture.

Jiang Yunchu chuckled to herself, "You attack."

She threw the kick ball straight to Kang Zhi Xia, then started a lengthy bout.

Just...

Every time the ball was about to go in, Jiang Yunchu would appear, and her practiced move—a kick and a header, a 360-degree whirlwind kick.

But each landing point wasn't the goal, but...

On Kang Zhi Xia's body, those repeated impacts—no matter how he attacked, he could never reach the final point, but whenever Jiang Yunchu attacked, the target wasn't the goal but his body.

Arms, hands, and so on...

"This time, it's the knee!" Jiang Yunchu laughed, looking at the boy who could no longer run.

She didn't hold back with that kick, aiming straight and hitting the knee.

Kang Zhi Xia felt his knee go weak, his whole body sitting on the ground, "I'm not competing anymore!"

Wuuu, too bullying!

Jiang Yunchu slowly walked over, lowered her head to look at Kang Zhi Xia sitting on the ground, "In scheming, you're no match for me."

"It's just in this goal ball that you still lose to me."

Goal ball is a type of kick ball where both sides have a goal; scoring in the goal counts as a win, similar to soccer.

Jiang Yunchu, to train the kids' precision, placed a bronze gong at the goal; only when the kick ball strikes the gong does it count as a win for a side.

Kang Zhi Xia felt useless, his whole body lying on the ground, then he looked at the sky, the sun like an egg yolk, moving bit by bit, from deep crimson slowly spreading.

"What's wrong? Can't take the hit?" Jiang Yunchu tapped him lightly with her toe.

Kang Zhi Xia glanced at her, "Would the young master not withstand a hit? The young master is just tired."

Tiredness is real, and the blow is real too.

His mother had him train early since childhood, daily horse stance, daily punches.

But his stamina is actually worse than Jiang Yunchu's? He was hard hit by this realization.

"Hey, it's fine, I'm not laughing at you."

"After all, there aren't many people as outstanding as me in Da Ning."

Jiang Yunchu sat down beside him, then glanced at the kick ball that had just rolled to the side.

"But... have you admitted defeat?"

She turned her head, looking at Kang Zhi Xia with a face of utter hopelessness, her mouth unable to keep from twitching.

"Young master? Admit defeat?" Kang Zhi Xia immediately sat up, suddenly feeling his vision whiten, as if shrouded in layers of fog, his mind a bit dizzy...

Afterward, he lay down on the ground again.

"Well, I guess I'll admit defeat." Heart higher than heaven, this life thinner than paper!

Jiang Yunchu couldn't help but burst out laughing, then looked at the little guy, "Be content, you're a Kang Clan child, stronger than too many people."

"What do you want to do when you grow up?" she couldn't help but ask.

This little guy, his hidden kung fu is peerless; before, he never properly settled his horse stance, never properly trained his kung fu—it was all just an act.

Sometimes the kerosene lamp went out, but in the corner he stood in horse stance, becoming one with the night.

If it weren't for the report from the dark guards, she wouldn't have discovered it.

"Want to go to the battlefield, want to kill enemies." Kang Zhi Xia lay with his hands behind his head.

His voice was very soft; if it weren't so quiet now, Jiang Yunchu might not have heard it at all.

Jiang Yunchu lowered his head to look at the boy, guessing he must have been greatly influenced by his second aunt.

"Regent Prince's Manor, there is the Wang Fu army." Jiang Yunchu said.

Kang Zhi Xia turned sideways, looking at his female cousin. He used to think she couldn't lift a shoulder or raise a hand, always a weak and feeble woman; many things he disdained to say to her. In this Da Ning, the person he admires most is his own mother.

Other women are just whiny, not fun at all.

Today, however, he changed his attitude.

But…

It's just that he changed his view, that's all.

"I know, the Wang Fu army led by Regent Prince Ning Chengyan—Ning Chengyan is the war god of Da Ning, but he has gone missing." Kang Zhi Xia answered without hesitation.

"You sure know a lot."

Jiang Yunchu smiled and couldn't help but comment.

That is, I know quite a lot.

Kang Zhi Xia caught her breath, then sat up.

He was on the ground, first picking up a few pebbles, "This is the Regent Prince's Wang Fu army, guarding the Great South."

This side is the Jiang family army, guarding the north, oh, that's your natal family.

This side is the Jiang family, guarding Xi Fang, that's my mother's natal family.

He said, then took out another stone and placed it at the far east.

Do you know who this is?" He tilted his head and asked Jiang Yunchu.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, "The imperial."

Regarding the situation in Da Ning, we now have quite an understanding.

That's right, the imperial.

Kang Zhi Xia placed four pebbles on the ground, but put a large stone in the middle.

Do you understand?

Jiang Yunchu narrowed his eyes, looking at the place surrounded by the four armies—that is the imperial palace of Da Ning.

You mean...

"Does the emperor completely trust these four armies?" she asked, hardly believing her own words.

But she still asked it.

The four armies surround it; if not trust, then what is it?

Kang Zhi Xia nodded, "I've looked at the maps; although there are some discrepancies, it's roughly the same."

But that's not important.

"The Regent Prince has met with misfortune, gone missing; the court should be in chaos—what is the best course?"

Jiang Yunchu pondered a moment, "Rally the Wang Fu faction, then appoint the person close to the imperial family as grand general, and swiftly take over."

Putting herself in his shoes, if there were precautions against the Regent Prince's Manor, she would surely do that.

But...

"Look." He spread his hands, then threw away all the stones—just as he had picked them up, he now tossed them away.

On the training ground, there can't be stones; they're prone to cause injury.

Did you think of that yourself?

Jiang Yunchu was somewhat surprised, looking at the young boy, and unconsciously asked.

Kang Zhi Xia smiled, "These are the words my mother asked me to convey to you…"