The usually silent Wei Dong suddenly spoke up, "Madam is also participating in the competition today."
He had coincidentally overheard it while delivering docunts.
As his words fell, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and everything around beca quiet.
The next mont, a crowd gathered around, bombarding Wei Dong and the others with incessant chatter.
"Really? Madam is participating too?"
"How strong is Madam in martial arts?"
"Did the master agree to let Madam participate? If we accidentally hurt Madam, will the master throw us to feed the pigs and plant sweet potatoes?"
This question voiced the concerns of a large crowd.
In the past few days, they had all witnessed their icy-cold master turn into a doting husband.
It was like he held her in his mouth, fearing she would lt, and in his hands, fearing she would break—almost as if he would pluck stars from the sky for her.
At the sa ti, they also realized a truth: sticking close to Madam was very important—it promised a bright future.
Wei Bei cast a sidelong glance at the man who asked the question and patted his shoulder, "Who gave you the confidence to believe you could injure Madam?"
It would be a good outco if Madam doesn’t beat him till he sees stars; dreaming about hurting her? Hah, how naïve.
The man scratched his head, looking puzzled, "Is Madam’s martial prowess really that high?"
"At least higher than yours," Wei Bei retorted without rcy.
"Impossible! Madam looks so fragile; a gust of wind could probably blow her away," another person doubted.
No sooner had he spoken than Wei Dong and the other three exchanged glances, their eyes filled with scorn.
"Did I just hear soone complinting for being fragile?"
With a cold tone laced with mirth, the voice abruptly joined their conversation.
Everyone turned to look toward the door, where Li Mochan and Ye Jiuliang walked in side by side.
"Madam, that wasn’t who said that," Wei Bei was the first to disassociate himself.
Wei Nan swallowed hard, stepping aside, "And it has nothing to do with either."
"Err, it doesn’t seem related to either," Wei Xi added weakly.
Wei Dong looked at the other three, hesitating whether he should also make a statent.
"What are you three afraid of? I’m not a man-eating tiger. Just now soone complinted for being fragile; you’re really ruining my image," Ye Jiuliang glanced at Wei Bei and the others with a slight smile lifting her lips.
Wei Bei’s mouth twitched, "..."
Fragile?
They couldn’t see how she had that side to her.
Forget it.
She was more fearso than a tiger.
"Why hasn’t the competition started yet?" Ye Jiuliang said, holding a bottle of juice, and asked with a straw in her mouth.
"Madam, are you really participating?" Wei Xi asked again to confirm.
Ye Jiuliang humd in response, "Is there a problem?"
Wei Xi glanced at Li Mochan, then quickly shook his head.
If the master had agreed, who was he to object?
"So, Madam, you’re not going to use any of those fanciful items in the competition, are you?" Wei Nan probed.
If she used those strange concoctions on them, they’d indeed have a tough ti.
Ye Jiuliang threw the empty bottle into the trash bin and smiled slightly, "Do I look like such a tasteless person to you?"
Under his breath, Wei Nan mumbled, questioning that very fact—who knew for sure?
"Madam, you can only fight four matches in the competition; who do you want to challenge?" Wei Bei asked the crucial question.
Ye Jiuliang tilted her head and smiled with a lift of her lips, "I can only fight four matches?"
Her intriguing smile sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.
"Yes, yes," Wei Xi nodded.
Ye Jiuliang nodded understandingly, then casually said, "Then, I suppose I’ll challenge you four."
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