Chapter 1: Causing Trouble

The Royal Martial Arts Arena in Dajinjing was surrounded inside and out, as the annual Royal Weapon Open Martial Arts Competition was in full swing. Many noble families and commoners from the capital city gathered to watch the competition.

In the arena, a burly man was wielding a shiny green dragon crescent moon blade with great prowess, drawing continuous cheers from the spectators.

Among the crowd, a petite and delicate-looking young man in a green outfit and a small hat, dressed like a servant, sneered, "That green dragon crescent moon blade must weigh at least several dozen pounds. It may look impressive, but it's too laborious to wield in battle. Not practical at all."

After the burly man left, another slender man entered the stage, brandishing a shiny spear with great agility and skill, earning another round of enthusiastic applause. However, the young man made another untimely remark, "This weapon may look good, but the handle is too long, making it less agile in close combat. It's just a showy silver wax spear."

His words drew sidelong glances from the audience, and many people looked at him disdainfully before turning their attention back to the performance, ignoring him.

Next up was a handsome young man wielding the ancient Autumn Water Sword, appearing refined and elegant as he skillfully demonstrated his swordsmanship.

The petite young man watched with sparkling eyes, clapping enthusiastically and looking infatuated. Someone couldn't help but comment, "I thought you had profound insights, but it turns out you like these decorative weapons. You should know that on the battlefield, a sword is the least practical weapon."

"Who says a sword is good? It's the person wielding it. Look at how handsome and dashing he is, like a god."

The young man remained unfazed, his eyes glued to the swordsman, speaking in a dreamy manner.

"Infatuated!"

A lazy person nearby folded their fan and coldly remarked, "Nothing is good enough for you. Then tell us, what kind of weapon would catch your eye, kid?"

The young man finally tore his gaze away from the stage and rolled his eyes at the youth beside him. Suddenly, his eyes fixed in place, and he was completely motionless, as if the swordsman on stage had been thrown into the clouds. Was this person just too good-looking?

His clear eyes sparkled like water-soaked grapes, his long eyebrows sharp and elegant, and his porcelain-like skin almost translucent. Such a face, if on a girl, would make her a peerless beauty.

But this person was not a girl. He was handsome yet exuded a sense of dignity and disdain, as if everyone in the world was just a bunch of clowns in his eyes.

"Drooling idiot!" The beautiful man disdainfully tapped his fan handle and turned away.

The young man rubbed his sore forehead and muttered, "Pompous jerk. Being good-looking doesn't make you superior."

Muttering to himself, he was about to leave when the beautiful man grabbed the back of his collar, lifting him into the air and hurling him towards the swordsman who was just turning around. As a result, the swordsman's long sword thrust towards a portly man in the audience.

Chaos erupted, with someone shouting, "Assassin! Protect the prince!"

The young man rolled on the ground, agilely standing up amidst the commotion, trying to slip away through the crowd. However, he was caught by the collar and couldn't escape. Feeling desperate, he thought, "I'm done for. I'm done for. Li Niang, come and save me."

"It's him! He's causing trouble. Nowhere to run, huh?"

Realizing he couldn't escape, the young man's lively eyes darted around. He looked up and saw the instigator smirking, enjoying the spectacle. With a swift movement, he lunged forward and clung to the beautiful man's legs, wailing.

"Young master, I know you've been secretly infatuated with Sir Shi for a long time. I had to create a scene to catch Sir Shi's attention. But now that trouble has arisen, you can't just discard me like this."

The surrounding people immediately focused their attention on the beautiful man.

Sir Shi blushed, looking shyly at the white-robed beauty, his expression a mix of surprise and joy, adding a touch of ambiguity.