Blank Sheet

will leave more an impact if he does. It might even help if I have to say the princess is impure, or something.

But for now, I have got to sleep. If I nod off during the family meeting or the marriage talks with the Shensheng family, grandmother will die and father will kill me. Actually, he might actually spare me, since he loves his dear Shuaiqi so much.

(because if he dies, his brother will have to marry the princess)

~one hours later~

*loud music*

”who the hell is making this racket!? ” he yelled.

There were no servants around his quarters, so he went outside. His mind had dulled considerably due to his lack of sleep, but he knew it would be disastrous if he shouted without knowing what was happening.

He shamelessly walked in his night robes to the front door, only to be greeted by a cold black wood carriage with beautiful gold engravings filled with all sorts of rubies, sapphires and diamonds. The entire structure was being hauled by nine war horses.

War horses, unlike most other types of horses, was something Pangzi was VERY familiar with, as he was raised in a highly militaristic family. It was no doubt that he could also point out the weak war horses from the strong.

The nine he saw in front of him at that moment, were all the best of the best. He had only seen one of such quality, and that was his fathers personal war horse. Seeing nine replicas of such a perfect being was almost an impossible feat. Especially when you consider the time and resources needed to cultivate ordinary war horses. And if that horse dies mid-training, which is rather common, all the resources put into it would go to waste.

The coachman who was perfectly leading the nine horses saw Pangzi gazing in awe at the eight horses. Not knowing who he was, the coachman raised his whip and struck Pangzi as hard as he could.

As said before, Pangzi is from a highly militaristic family. And because of that, he was raised to become a killer. No matter the situation, he was able to make all pain minimal. A rather special skill he learnt, was to harden some parts of his skin.

It was not a permanent effect, nor did it really harden his skin. It made it so a specific part of his body becomes more detached, allowing him to feel less pain, and the density of his muscles increase in that area. It was an inhuman, but convenient skill for both attack and defense, though he was unable to hold onto a part of flesh like that for more than ten seconds.

Luckily, he had been trained to not look at stunning things for too long, and happened to catch the whip by its tip when it was about to strike his face.

He pulled the whip as hard as he could, which cut a good chunk of his flesh and pulled the coachman off of his seat. The horses were, unfortunately, still moving at their slow pace.

As they kept on moving, the coachman who had fallen under then was crushed by the wheels of the carriage. Of course, the carriage had a hard time getting over the fat lump of mass, as it was moving very slowly, but it eventual managed. The coachman, despite multiple cracks being heard as the heavy carriage drove over him, refused to die.

As the horses now approached Pangzi, he moved over to the left to greet his visitors. Some servants had finally noticed Pangzi had awoken and came rushing behind him. He knew his father sent them to make sure he did nothing, but he already had a plan in mind.