Bab 179: Surrender your rank

In the tranquil morning light, beneath the soft hues of the sky, Jia Li and Xianwu engaged in sword practice. Despite Jia Li's labored breaths, she remained resolute, facing Xianwu's victories each time.

"Let's take a break, Wife. You look exhausted," Xianwu proposed gently. He couldn't bear witnessing her strain and exertion, wanting to spare her from unnecessary stress. 

"Let's go for one more round," Jia Li opined, holding her wrist which was aching. Xianwu had already noticed that and approached her. 

"No. You need not overexert yourself," he gently insisted, taking the swords from her grasp and skillfully holding both with one hand. "Rest your wrist now, or it'll worsen. Do you understand?" With a protective arm around her shoulders, Xianwu guided Jia Li back into the chamber.