I became a prince in a martial arts world.

"Miss Li and Miss Qianqian can only marry the young master a year from now. In the meantime, it would be best if they were willing, but if they were not, the young master could not force them," Zhao Rong advised.

"I know." Wang Yu was mentally prepared.

"However, there are still some maids in the manor with clean backgrounds and pretty faces, which you may choose as you wish, young master," Zhao Rong added.

Wang Yu, "..."

"Of course, our Zhenxi Prince's Mansion lineage enjoys considerable prestige in the martial arts world, and young master's martial arts skills cannot be neglected." Zhao Rong asked, "Before entering the capital, young master was only taught three levels of 'Flowing Fire Reflection,' have you mastered them all?"

"I've mastered it!" Wang Yu said. "And I've also become quite proficient in the Seven Forms of the Setting Sun that my father taught me."

"Alright!" Zhao Rong's eyes flashed, and he raised his right hand high. "A knife! A sword!"

The next moment, two cold lights shot out from under the eaves of the main house in the distance. Zhao Rong reached out and grabbed a knife and a sword.

Zhao Rong tossed the longsword to Wang Yu with a backhand, "Let me see your swordsmanship."

Wang Yu took the longsword and immediately used the first move of the Sunset Sword Technique, Golden Clouds and Lone Shadow. The tip of the sword danced with points of light, and a lone shadow pointed at three major acupoints on Zhao Rong's chest.

"Not bad," Zhao Rong praised.

Wang Yu's swordsmanship was stable and agile, showing that his swordsmanship foundation was quite solid. The sword tip that thrust at himself was also swift and accurate, which shows that he had also worked hard on his swordsmanship.

Zhao Rong blocked with his sword, and the swords clashed.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, Zhao Rong also sensed Wang Yu's internal energy, which was tinged with fire. It seemed weak, but its power was actually inexhaustible. It was the internal energy of the third level of "Flowing Fire Reflection".

Moreover, Zhao Rong vaguely sensed that Wang Yu's internal energy was much purer than his own when he had cultivated to the third level.

"Good!" Zhao Rong changed his sword technique and blocked Wang Yu's longsword once again. "My sworn brother has a worthy successor!"

Zhao Rong's martial arts skills far surpassed Wang Yu's. By deliberately training Wang Yu, he enabled Wang Yu to perfectly execute all forty-nine variations of the Seven Styles of the Setting Sun.

That's enough for now.

Zhao Rong flicked his longsword aside, feeling both gratified and regretful. "When you were young, you had your sworn brother supervising you in the Prince's mansion, so your swordsmanship foundation was already solid. But after living in the capital for ten years without a master to guide you, your mastery of the Seven Forms of the Setting Sun is still somewhat lacking."

Wang Yu remained silent, calming his internal energy.

Fortunately, I managed to reach the third level of "Flowing Fire Reflection" before returning to Longshan Prefecture, and the fight was short, so my weakness of insufficient internal energy accumulation was not exposed.

"However, young master is exceptionally talented, no less so than his adoptive father and brothers. As long as he cultivates diligently in the future, he will surely be able to revive the royal family." Zhao Rong waved his hand and led Wang Yu into the main house.

The main house, where Zhao Zheng lived, had already been cleaned up and was ready for Wang Yu to move in.

Wang Yu glanced around. It was a typical ancient room: a sandalwood carved canopy bed, a rosewood round moon table with cloud patterns, a sandalwood four-season jade screen, as well as tables, chairs, desks, incense burners, palace lanterns, calligraphy and paintings, bonsai, and antique shelves displaying bronze tripods, porcelain vases, and glass cups...

Zhao Rong did not introduce these things to Wang Yu, but instead led him to the large bed.

Zhao Rong first fiddled with the hooks on the bedposts, then twisted the wooden carvings on the railing, and finally patted the corner of the waistband next to the bed.

"Snap!"

A soft sound came from under the bed. Zhao Rong lifted the bed sheet and mattress, revealing a hidden compartment under the wooden bed board, which contained three books that were not very thick.

"These are the 'Reflecting Fiery Light' and 'Fire Cloud Saber Technique' passed down directly from the Prince of Zhenxi's Mansion. My sworn brother was quite satisfied with the 'Seven Styles of the Setting Sun' and put them together with these."

Zhao Rong said, "After you move in, you can observe the cultivation at any time. If you encounter anything you don't understand, just come and ask me."

Wang Yu casually picked up "The Fiery Reflection" and flipped through it, only to find that all eight floors were recorded.

"The entire manual is here, but how far you can progress depends on your individual aptitude." Zhao Rong sighed. "My sworn brother reached the seventh level and became a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm before he turned forty, but I am currently stuck at the sixth level with no hope of breaking through."

Wang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that Zhao Rong was also a master of the Innate Realm.

The complete novel "The Fiery Reflection" has eight levels. The first five levels are the acquired realm, the sixth level is the innate master, and the seventh level is the innate grandmaster.

"And what if you master the eighth level?" Wang Yu asked.

"It is said that the ancestor who created 'The Fiery Reflection' only reached the level of a grandmaster. Later generations of disciples, based on their own understanding, deduced and guessed, and filled in half of the eighth level, but it may not be correct."

Zhao Rong sighed, "It's a pity that my sworn brother, who had the best chance of completing the eighth level and becoming a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, no less than the top experts in the world, has met with an accident."

Wang Yu nodded and said matter-of-factly, "I understand. I will complete the eighth floor later."

Zhao Rong smiled without saying a word, and simply closed the hidden compartment.

"The records of the farmland, shops, manors, horse farms, workshops and other properties under the jurisdiction of the Prince's Mansion are all in the West Study. There's no rush. I'll tell you slowly after we pay our respects to my sworn brother tomorrow."

"good!"

"Tomorrow we will pay our respects to our sworn brother. General Yang and General Feng are currently stationed on the northern front and are not allowed to leave their camps. The other three generals and Captain Zhao of the Iron Eagle Cavalry will all return to pay their respects to you."

Wang Yu, "..."

Wasn't I supposed to be transported to a martial arts world? How come I suddenly feel like I've been thrown into the history section?

Zhao Rong gave Wang Yu a general overview of the army of the Prince of Zhenxi.

Fifty thousand soldiers and three thousand cavalry.

The 50,000 soldiers were divided into five armies: two were stationed on the northern front, one was stationed outside Longshan Prefecture to guard the Prince's Palace, and two were resting and training in the south. The 50,000 soldiers rotated once a year, completing a cycle every five years.

Three thousand cavalrymen go to the front lines during wartime and train and rest during peacetime. They can move freely in the three prefectures without causing any problems.

The commanders of the five armies and the Iron Eagle Cavalry Captains were all promoted from the military. Even the two relatives of the Zhao family had merits and were all skilled in martial arts.

Zhao Rong said a lot, and by the time he finished speaking, the sun was already setting. He then escorted Wang Yu back to Dehe Pavilion, told him to get a good rest that night, and then left.

……

"Zhao Zheng died from qi deviation? Was it the late emperor's doing?" Li Yunxiu asked incredulously.

Not long after Wang Yu returned to Dehexuan, Li Yunxiu came to visit. As the princess bestowed upon her by the emperor, no one dared to stop her.

"you do not know?"

"I have no idea!"

"Even the emperor doesn't know?"

"Of course His Majesty doesn't know, otherwise he would definitely have told me, and I would have been better prepared," Li Yunxiu said in a deep voice. "I didn't expect that you and the royal family had a blood feud. No wonder Zhao Rong is so hostile towards me."

"It involves the stability of the Northwest. Such a big matter, and the late emperor didn't die suddenly from a serious illness, so why didn't he tell the current emperor?" Wang Yu stared at Li Yunxiu.

Li Yunxiu fell silent, her eyes darting around. "...Perhaps it was an oversight. After all, it happened ten years ago, and Zhao Zheng has been fine ever since. Perhaps the late emperor thought his plan had failed, so he didn't say anything."

"I hope so." Wang Yu clapped his hands, skipping the topic, and emphasized with a smile, "I saved your life again."

"We're in the same boat, but this time we owe a lot to your quick thinking."

Li Yunxiu smiled and said, "I do need to rely on your status to do things. Of course, you are the one who can be the master of the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion. It's a pity that they don't know that you are also the emperor's man."

Li Yunxiu looked at Wang Yu, worried that he couldn't handle the pressure of being an undercover agent, and comforted him, saying, "I don't need you to alert the enemy. Just follow His Majesty's lead. As long as you help him at crucial moments, that will be enough to help His Majesty stabilize the world."

"I understand. Good luck!" Wang Yu said. "The harder you work, the better the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion will develop, and the greater the assistance it will provide to the Emperor."

Wang Yu wasn't worried at all about being discarded after his usefulness was over, because by then he might be invincible.

Seeing Wang Yu's encouraging expression, Li Yunxiu's eyes flickered, but she hesitated to speak.

Just then, Zi Ling's voice came from outside the door, "The Princess Consort and the Prince are having a conversation. No outsiders are allowed in."

"But I'm not a free man," Qianqian's voice rang out from outside the door, and she said quietly, "I've come to see Brother Yu and have a chat with him."

"The prince refuses to see you!"

"Little sister, you can't speak for Brother Yu. Besides, Brother Yu and Sister Li are not married yet, and living together in seclusion is not good for Sister Li's reputation."

Qianqian's voice was soft and gentle, yet it had the power to touch people's hearts.

Wang Yu rubbed his hands together and stood up.

"What are you doing?" Li Yunxiu asked.

"Go and chat with Qianqian!" Wang Yu said matter-of-factly. "She's the fiancée my father arranged for me, and she'll be the Princess Consort of Zhenxi in the future. We should get to know her."

Li Yunxiu, "..."

Looking at Wang Yu's nonchalant attitude, his eyes shining with anticipation, Li Yunxiu couldn't tell whether Wang Yu was a master of acting or just being himself.

"I shouldn't have sympathized with him!" Li Yunxiu cursed inwardly, then got up, straightened her skirt, and followed Wang Yu out of the room.

"Brother Yu!"

Qianqian changed into a moon-white pleated skirt with star polka dots, and simply tied her hair up with a jade hairpin, making her look even more pure, elegant, and flawless.

Just seeing Wang Yu made Qianqian's eyes light up, filled with shyness, anticipation, curiosity, and a hint of joy and admiration. Wang Yu didn't know how he could see so many emotions in Qianqian's eyes.

Multiple perspectives! In-depth analysis!

In his previous life, Wang Yu had never seen anyone in movies express such a rich range of emotions through their eyes!

It's so good! I love it!

If it weren't for Qianqian's previous performance, Wang Yu would have been fooled too. She's a true performing artist, the kind who could crush a movie queen in his previous life!

Thinking about this, Wang Yu couldn't help but sigh. He was still too young. In order not to be overwhelmed by Li Yunxiu during their first meeting, he had to hide his true intentions. Perhaps ordinary people wouldn't notice anything, but in the eyes of discerning people, it was already a cover-up.

"Let's go! Let's go to the back garden and have a chat!"

Wang Yu grabbed Qianqian's hand and then strolled away from Dehexuan, heading towards the back garden.