The first rays of dawn crept gently over the Duke's estate, brushing the tiled roofs with soft gold. Birds chirped among the peach trees, and a faint chill lingered in the morning air.
Inside the training courtyard, the sound of clashing wood broke the calm.
"Your stance is wrong again!"
Lian Ruo's voice rang out firmly, though amusement colored his tone.
Across from him, Lian An gritted her teeth, adjusting her footing. The wooden sword felt heavier than usual, but determination shone in her eyes. She stepped forward, blocking his strike with surprising precision.
Lian Hua, standing nearby, clapped her hands in excitement. "Sister! That was perfect!"
Lian Ruo blinked once, lowering his blade. "Not bad," he said with a half-smile. "You didn't flinch this time."
"Are you praising me or insulting me?" Lian An asked, a faint smirk forming.
"Both," he said easily. "But mostly praising. You've improved faster than I expected."
