“Fine.” Unexpectedly, he agreed readily. “If you want to see, come and unveil it yourself.”
I hesitated. “Will you kill me to keep it secret?”
“No.”
“Will you poison or blind me?”
“No!”
“Will you kidnap me as a mountain bandit’s wife?”
He finally grew angry, leaping up, powerfully reaching for me. Startled, I couldn’t dodge and was caught in his embrace. “Do you think I’m a bandit? Are you looking or not?”
“Looking.” I mustered courage and pulled down his black cloth.
He stared at me, eyes like black smoke, face like polished jade.
“Indeed… quite similar.” After a long look, I honestly evaluated. “May I ask if you have a brother named An…”
He gritted his teeth. “Xiao Yao!”
I lowered my head. The hero had merely struck the Crown Prince’s pressure point, clearly not an assassin but intentionally coming to rescue me. I just didn’t understand… how he suddenly became a martial arts master.
“A Yao,” his tone softened. “It’s me.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Heroines of Antiquity
The husband transformed into a muscular hero was no longer the elegant gentleman in court dress, nor the suave figure in casual wear, but looked agile and sharp, with a much more severe expression, making me somewhat uncomfortable.
He noticed my unease and became awkward himself. “Does it… look really bad?”
I quickly comforted him: “Not that bad, you’ll get used to it after looking for a while.”
His face stiffened.
Only by learning martial arts can you protect your future wife. From then on, he secretly practiced martial arts from me. However, I had been married to him for so long that I hadn’t noticed anything unusual, and he only had a thin callus on his hand, not at all like someone who practiced martial arts year-round. Moreover—where was his weapon hidden?
