Chapter 333: Arrogant Youngster

A sword thrust brought forth a single tear.

Ning Jianke's swordplay embodied the resentment of a woman secluded in inner chambers.

This move, "Regret Having Sought Titles for My Husband," was born of emotion transforming into rancor, naturally exquisite.

It perfectly succeeded the earlier move, "Autumn Waves of the Sword," ascending to new heights upon that foundation.

Like a poet's inspired brushstroke, serendipitously crafted a line that resonated with the hearts of countless separated souls, destined to be sung through the ages.

Yet, Jiang Wang's response remained ingeniously apt.

As if estranged lovers were engaging in dialogue, like a narrative that bridges beginning and end, like a story unfolding...

Your eyes brimmed with autumn waves, I drifted along with the current.

You resented my years without news, concerned only with titles and fame, forgetting old friends.

But in these years of roaming and exile...

I, too, never achieved nobility.