The Emperor, with a satisfied smile, raised his tea cup and took a sip.
Mo Shu found it amusing and said, "Father, the contest hasn’t started yet."
The Emperor waved his hand boldly and said, "Regardless of the contest, it’s clear your guard is bound to lose."
"Why?" Mo Shu asked.
The Emperor replied confidently, "Is there even a need to ask why? Who is Xuanyuan Yichuan? How could he possibly lose to a re guard?"
Mo Shu shook her head, "Father, you’re mistaken. Although my guard is often by my side, his skills are not ordinary."
The Emperor laughed heartily, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You just think your guard has a bit of cleverness, that’s why you let him be promoted directly in the literary test, isn’t it? But haven’t you thought, if he truly had the confidence to surpass others with his martial skills, why did he not request leave to participate right at the start of the contest? It’s clearly because he doesn’t have the confidence to win with martial prowess, thus relying on little tricks."
Mo Shu smiled slightly, "Is that what you think?"
The Emperor snorted, "I am, after all, your father. I’ve seen more young people than the salt you’ve consud. Just watch, there’s no way he can surpass Yichuan."
Mo Shu shook her head, "My guard will win."
The Emperor gave her a sidelong glance, "Very well, stubborn till the end, just wait and see."
Mo Shu smiled, "Father, you will lose."
The Emperor imdiately beca indignant, glaring at her, "My judgnt has never been wrong!"
"How about this, why don’t you make a bet with ?"
The Emperor was very confident, "What shall we bet on?"
"If you lose, you’ll arrange a grand dowry for , and hold the most splendid wedding. Besides, I want a promise from you."
The Emperor snorted, "I had originally planned to do so. As my daughter, the Princess of Moyan Country, I must marry you off grandly to receive gifts from neighboring countries with dignity. But, what promise do you want?"
Mo Shu smiled, "I haven’t decided yet; anyway, you owe a promise."
The Emperor said, "What if I win?"
"If you win, Father... What would you say?"
The Emperor smiled happily, "If I win... I haven’t thought of it yet, when I do I’ll let you know. Anyway, you owe a promise."
Father and daughter exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.
The contest soon began.
Yu Siqiao rarely competed with others.
Because each ti, it was a one-sided crush.
Too boring.
Yet now, with his lifelong happiness at stake, Yu Siqiao experienced a rare sense of excitent.
Especially seeing Xuanyuan Yichuan on the other side, looking certain of victory, it piqued his interest.
However, Yu Siqiao dared not be careless.
After all, Xuanyuan Yichuan had defeated hundreds of people to reach this stage.
’Dong’
A gong sounded.
The eunuch’s sharp, thin voice announced, "The contest begins—"
Yu Siqiao smiled, "Please."
Originally confident of victory, Xuanyuan Yichuan now heard these words and felt Yu Siqiao was ignorant and arrogant, scoffing, "Arrogant!"
Drawing his sword, Xuanyuan Yichuan suddenly lunged at him.
The contest rules were few, just one: Stop at the point, no harming lives.
Facing Xuanyuan Yichuan’s long sword, Yu Siqiao suddenly smiled.
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