"Let me out."
Lan Miu smiled faintly, then shook her head.
"I'll only let you out after you've inherited the position of Guide. It's late, get some sleep. If you can't sleep, practice everything I taught you today."
"Bastard."
Lan Yin roared, charging at Lan Miu once again. But the result was the same. This time, Lan Miu showed no mercy, beating him severely until not a single part of his body was left uninjured.
Blood dripped steadily. Lan Miu shook the blood from his fists, then kicked the barely conscious Lan Yin aside.
"Someone, help the young master to bed."
Startled awake from a nightmare, Lan Yin opened his eyes wide. All his injuries were gone. Still resentful, he muttered under his breath.
"That bastard hits so hard. One day, I'll make sure he never gets up again."
"Then you'd better hurry up and hone your skills. I'm looking forward to that day."
Without anyone noticing, Lan Miu was already standing at the doorway. Lan Yin glared at him fiercely.
"Not practicing today?"
Lan Yin followed Lan Miu into the main hall, where the servants stood by, unfurling scrolls.
"By dusk today, you must choose a woman to be your wife and continue the Lan Family bloodline."
"Don't even think about it."
Lan Yin refused again, this time even more firmly. Lan Miu chuckled.
"If you won't choose, I'll choose for you. Even if you refuse, I'll just drug you—whether you want it or not, you'll have to go through with it."
"You..."
Lan Yin pointed at Lan Miu, who sat across the table, drinking and smiling. He couldn't get a word out.
"Hurry up and choose. I don't want to use such methods, but if you won't do it yourself, I'll have to force you."