Poet Immortal, Poet Sage, Duke of the State!

Even without Qing Shuang saying anything, Chen Chang'an would never slack off during his training.

In his view, no matter how much money one has or how high one's official position is, they are all meaningless and can be lost at any time.

Only skills you develop yourself truly belong to you.

Chen Wenyuan and the Zhao family probably won't let him off so easily. The stronger he is, the better he can protect himself.

He let out a long sigh of relief and asked Qing Shuang, "Have you eaten?"

He had been practicing all afternoon and hadn't had dinner yet.

Qing Shuang rubbed her stomach. She hadn't eaten dinner because of those two women, and now she felt a little hungry. She shook her head and said, "Not yet..."

Chen Chang'an walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets.

Yesterday's noodles were all gone, but luckily there was some leftover rice and a few eggs from this morning, and Chen Chang'an also found a few scallions in the corner.

Make a bowl of egg fried rice.

He rolled up his sleeves and started heating oil in a wok.

A moment later, a bowl of golden and fragrant fried rice was served on the stone table.

Qing Shuang was already very hungry, so she didn't stand on ceremony with Chen Chang'an and took a big bite with her spoon.

The rice grains were soft and chewy, and the aroma of egg mixed with scallions filled her mouth. She squinted her eyes and mumbled, "Mmm...delicious!"

Chen Chang'an served himself a bowl and sat down to eat slowly.

Qing Shuang ate ravenously, and after finishing one bowl, she went to the kitchen to get another one for herself.

After finishing both bowls, she finally leaned back on the stone bench, satisfied, patted her stomach, and let out a burp without any regard for her image.

The princess isn't here, so she doesn't need to pretend to be a lady.

After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she looked at Chen Chang'an, blinked, and asked, "Young Master Shen, are we friends?"

Chen Chang'an nodded and said without hesitation, "Of course."

Although Qing Shuang was a bit fierce at first, as you get to know her, you realize that she is kind-hearted, generous, and loyal. She is also his angel investor. You can't find a friend like her even with a lantern in real life.

Qing Shuang's beautiful eyes curved into a smile as she continued, "Since we're friends, shouldn't you help a friend in need?"

Although Chen Chang'an did not yet know Qing Shuang's exact identity, he was certain that she must have an extraordinary background.

Given her background, what kind of favor could she possibly need my help with?

However, he still generously replied, "Of course! If Miss Qing Shuang asks, I, Shen, will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Qing Shuang was satisfied with his answer, chuckled, and said, "Don't worry, it's a very simple matter for you. You don't need to go through fire and water. You just need to write a few poems for me."

"Write poetry?"

Chen Chang'an asked curiously, "What exactly happened?"

Qing Shuang sighed helplessly and said, "The poem you gave my grandfather has been leaked. People outside think I wrote it. Some so-called talented women are not convinced and have come to my door to challenge me to a poetry contest..."

She grabbed Chen Chang'an's wrist and said, "Sister Gong Yue isn't here, so only you can help me. You're such a talented writer, you can easily defeat them with just a few words..."

Chen Chang'an, thinking it was something serious, asked somewhat speechlessly, "You can't write poetry, so why didn't you just refuse?"

Qing Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "I just can't stand their attitude!"

After hearing Qing Shuang explain the whole story, Chen Chang'an also felt that the two talented women had gone a bit too far.

Chen Chang'an thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Writing poetry is easy, but the problem is, you'll be there on the day of the competition, not me. I can write the poem, but I can't just write it for you on stage..."

Qing Shuang was stunned for a moment, then her face immediately fell.

She was used to asking Mr. Shen for help, and subconsciously felt that she could still ask him questions after receiving the questions, just like before...

At that time, those talented women will definitely be watching her closely and won't give her such an opportunity.

She bit her lip and thought for a while, then suddenly slapped her thigh, and her eyes lit up.

"Got it!"

Seeing her excited expression, Chen Chang'an had a bad feeling and asked, "What? You're pregnant?"

"You're coming with me!" Qing Shuang was very pleased with her own cleverness. "You'll disguise yourself as my maid and stand beside me. I'll pretend to tell you the content of the poem, and you'll write it down..."

Chen Chang'an was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

"My maid, me?"

"Yes, maid, you!"

……

"I'm not going!"

Chen Chang'an resolutely refused, shaking his head repeatedly, saying, "How can a real man dress up as a maid and wear women's clothes? If word gets out, how can I face anyone? No, no, absolutely not..."

Qing Shuang was taken aback by his decisive refusal, then changed her expression.

She stepped forward, clasped her hands together, tilted her head, and looked at Chen Chang'an with pleading eyes. In a high-pitched, affected voice, she begged, "Young Master Shen... please help me... I beg you!"

Chen Chang'an got goosebumps all over when he saw her like this.

Qing Shuang usually has a fiery temper, when have you ever seen her act so coquettishly?

But I must say, the delicate Qing Shuang actually has a bit of a womanly charm.

But Chen Chang'an turned his head away and said firmly, "No, no, this is a matter of principle."

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Qing Shuang's eyes darted around, she dropped her coquettish expression, stood up, dusted off her skirt, and said calmly, "Alright then, I was originally planning to teach you a powerful move, but I didn't expect you wouldn't even help with this small favor..."

Chen Chang'an suddenly turned around and asked, "What move?"

Qing Shuang did not answer him. Her gaze swept around the courtyard and landed on a stack of blue bricks in the corner of the wall.

That was leftover from when Chen Chang'an repaired the stove. Qing Shuang walked over and casually picked up a thick blue brick.

She glanced at Chen Chang'an, raised her right hand, and slammed her palm down on the blue brick.

"Snapped!"

The blue brick broke in two with a snap.

Chen Chang'an's eyes widened, and he suddenly stood up from the stone bench.

Qing Shuang casually tossed the two broken bricks on the ground, dusted off her hands, and walked back with a relaxed expression. She sat back down on the stone bench and looked at Chen Chang'an, saying, "This is called the Stone-Splitting Palm, the ultimate move of the third level of the Breaking Army Technique. Once mastered, it can easily split stone tablets and shatter rocks..."

Qing Shuang smiled and said, "The booklet I gave you last time only contained the most basic techniques of the Po Jun Jue. The core moves of the Po Jun Jue are not to be passed on to outsiders. I thought we were good friends, and I originally planned to teach you without Grandpa's knowledge, but unfortunately..."

Chen Chang'an looked down at the two broken bricks at his feet, then looked up at Qing Shuang's nonchalant face.

Without a word, Chen Chang'an stood up abruptly, his face serious. He clasped his hands in a fist and solemnly said, "How can I, Shen An, stand idly by when my friend is in trouble? Qing Shuang is my best friend. If they bully you, they are bullying me. This is intolerable! Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you in three days!"