Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

The day and night change quickly, and the sunlight rises like delicate silk and spreads over the mansion.

Spring is gone and summer is quietly coming. The days are getting hotter day by day, but for Qingyu, it has no effect at all.

She packed up and went to Xiao Yanqing's study. He had been there almost all day these days and seemed to be free. The doctor confirmed that her injury had healed, and she couldn't wait any longer.

"Your Highness." Although she spoke softly, her words could not conceal her excitement.

Xiao Yanqing paused while writing with his right hand. "It looks like he has recovered."

"Yes, thank you for giving me your time, Your Highness."

He raised his eyes and noticed her happy face.

"Then let's start the training today."

"Qianyun, go and prepare."

"Yes, Your Highness." Qian Yun leaned forward and stepped away.

"Jiang Qingyu, from today on, your studies will be arranged by me personally."

"Okay." Qing Yu nodded obediently.

"There's no way you can refuse." He stood up and walked out of the house.

Qing Yu blinked, confused.

Reject? Why?

She followed him to the clearing, where Chikumo was ready.

"Listen carefully. The training time is morning and evening. I will wait for you here at 11:00 am every morning and after dinner. You are not allowed to be late. Understand?" He stood in front of her and warned her sternly.

"Okay, Your Highness."

He gestured to the wooden sword lying on the table.

She hurried forward, took it in her hand, and began to practice according to his instructions, following up again and again on the details of each sword technique and the accuracy of the movements.

"Hands higher, body lower. Okay, keep going." He stood beside her, guiding her movements with a thin wooden stick.

For each step of a set of movements, he would let her practice until her muscles trembled and formed an inertial memory. Finally, when they were connected together, he would demonstrate it to her.

Qing Yu stared intently at him dancing with the sword. The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, and coupled with the use of breath, it seemed simple but it was like a meteor chasing the moon.

"Understand?" He turned to her.

"clear."

She performed the entire set of moves coherently, and although it was incomplete in his eyes, she repeated it again and again, but the high spirits in her heart did not diminish in the slightest.

Perhaps from a certain moment on, this has become her goal of growth, and she does it again and again without stopping. She likes the feeling of the sword dancing in her hands, and likes to flexibly control the power of her limbs.

This has become something she must do. She wants to become strong, as strong as him.

She continued to grow in her training, repeating her steps as the day and night changed, as if she would never stop, ever.

"Stop." Xiao Yanqing interrupted her coldly.

"How many times did you make mistakes with this action?"

She was startled and moved her lips, "Well... five times."

"Hand out."

She pursed her lips and held out her left hand that wasn't holding the sword.

"Hands." He raised his voice slightly.

Seeing this, she put down the wooden sword in her hand and slowly spread out the palms of her hands.

Xiao Yanqing had told her before that if she made multiple mistakes, she would be punished. Maybe it was because she was lucky, but she hadn't made any mistakes in recent days. But today...

Her face was calm, but she looked at the slender branch in his hand with fear.

"Counting."

It seemed as if he was ready for the branches to fall hard into his palm.

"1, 2, 3..."

She lowered her eyes and looked at the red marks and pain on her palms until she finished counting.

"5."

"Remember?"

She nodded, held the punished hand, and felt the pain that remained on her palm.

So this is the punishment for making a mistake.

It hurts, but not too much.

He looked at her hesitant expression and couldn't help but wonder, was he too heavy?

But after the doubt flashed through his mind, he mocked himself again, asking himself why he should care about her?

"That's it for today."

"Okay, Your Highness." She put down her hand and smiled.

His heart was vaguely touched by her smile. Was she just pretending? It seemed that he was thinking too much. It seemed that she was always smiling.

"Qing Yu!" A sudden shout interrupted them.

Xiao Wenshu was seen waving at her and jogging towards her.

"Wen Shu." Qing Yu also stepped forward.

"You are finally back."

When Wen Shu was almost recovered, she went to the military camp and stayed there for half a month, no one knew why.

"Yeah...I..."

Xiao Wenshu suddenly noticed his brother standing beside him, then he remembered that he had important things to do, so he quickly leaned forward.

"elder brother."

"Why did you come back so soon? Did you understand?" When Jiang Qingyu was here, Wen Shu ran to the military camp every day, and now he came back in less than half a month.

"Yes, but I'm not as skilled as General Li." Although Xiao Wenshu had been on the battlefield, he had never led a team of soldiers. His brother had not urged him to master the essentials of training soldiers before, but recently...

"Wen Shu, you are not a child anymore, it's time for you to master these things. If you can't convince the soldiers, you can't become a qualified general." He reminded again in a cold voice.

"Yes, Wenshu understands."

"It seems that I have been too indulgent towards you." His eyes darkened and turned cold.

"But, they are all excellent soldiers in marching and fighting, and I can't teach them. Besides... they were all trained by me... How should I teach them..." Xiao Wenshu lowered his head in disappointment.

He had been trying to get closer to his brother, but he could never catch up. Although the soldiers were willing to listen to him, he knew that it was not only because he was a prince, but also because he was his younger brother.

"excellent…"

"But I feel it's full of loopholes." Qing Yu, who heard their conversation, played with the wooden sword in his hand and spoke slowly.

Xiao Wenshu was stunned, raised his eyes slightly, hesitated, and wanted to ask a question but was beaten to it by his brother.

"Since there are so many loopholes, you must have some insights." He knew that she had been reading military books recently and was curious about what kind of fantastic stories she would come up with.

"I've only been in the military camp for two months, and a lot of things have happened, jealousy, greed, and calculations. Is it just because of me?"

"No, it's because of the strong. A beginner who joined later can break their balance by going against the current. Doesn't it mean that they have already lost their initial fighting spirit and naturally cannot focus on self-growth?"

"They have also reached the stage where they are hindered by themselves. Can such soldiers be considered excellent?" Her gentle words did not contain any sarcasm. Perhaps it was this difference that was more of a suppressive sarcasm.

Qian Yun on the side became nervous, which was undoubtedly a denial of the soldiers that His Highness had brought before.

Xiao Wenshu's shocked pupils carefully considered what she had just said, and it was indeed true.

Xiao Yanqing's expression was calm, and he had gradually accepted her different views from ordinary people.

"How do you think we can improve it?" he asked, wanting to get to the bottom of her thinking.

She put down the sword in her hand and turned to him. "Just as your highness taught me, use their fear and jealousy of the strong, and then find their weaknesses and break them one by one."

"Isn't this too harsh..." Xiao Wenshu questioned, worried that harshness would make the soldiers too fearful.

"But even if you seize the opportunity, there are still disadvantages. The loser will either become depressed and lose his fighting spirit, or regroup and calm his mind, and then he can go on in the long run."

"No matter what, they chose their own path. We need to make them understand that the main purpose of training is not just to enhance their abilities, but to buy time for their own lives..."

She had sat down on the table with swords placed beside her at some point, looking into the distance with a smile that gradually blossomed.

“And it’s time to stay alive, haha, if… they are willing to die…” At this point, the words that were about to come out of his mouth suddenly stopped.

Just as they were expecting what threatening words she would say next.

In a blink of an eye, she put away her smile and paused, "I'm hungry. I need to go get lunch."

"..."