His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu took in all their little actions.

She smiled but didn't expose her.

The honest and simple expression on the face of the Northern Barbarian envoy suddenly turned strange.

When they can't win a game, they start abandoning all martial ethics.

He threw the pebbles into the air.

A dozen or so pebbles flew out in different directions, fast and chaotic, and were completely invisible in the darkness of the night.

Anyone else would have undoubtedly lost this round.

Upon seeing this, the officials of Da Chen were furious and their faces turned ashen.

Despicable and shameless!

shameless!

Besides Feng Xingyu, even Ya Zi was slightly worried.

Yan Qing and the others were on tenterhooks.

Mo Sangyu remained completely calm. He spread out his spiritual sense, locked onto the target precisely, and at the same time, drew out ten arrows and fired them all at once.

The arrow shot out through the air.

Then a series of "slap slap slap slap slap..." sounds were heard.

Arrows flew through the air, and pebbles shattered one after another.

When the arrow landed, exactly ten pebbles shattered.

The Northern Barbarian envoy stared at the scattered pebbles on the ground, speechless for a long time.

The men behind him also stared wide-eyed, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Yan Qing roared, "Your Majesty is mighty! Your Majesty is powerful!"

The others were equally excited.

"We are all completely convinced of the Empress's superb archery skills."

The Northern Barbarian envoy snapped out of his daze, bowed to Mo Sangyu, and then asked the person beside him, "Has the Bow of the Nation been retrieved?"

The man beside him replied, "I'll be there soon."

Before long, four Northern Di men stepped forward, carrying a giant bow. Their steps were heavy, and each step they took left a shallow dent in the ground.

The bow was entirely black, taller than a person, with a string as thick as a finger, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

The bow is covered with ancient patterns, like ancient totems or characters worn away by time.

The bow exudes a heavy, oppressive aura; just looking at it makes one feel breathless.

The four men placed the bow on the ground, and the ground trembled slightly.

The Northern Barbarian envoy began to introduce the bow: "This bow is called the Cloud-Piercing Bow. It is the national treasure of our Northern Barbarians. The bow weighs over a thousand catties. Ordinary people can't even lift it, let alone draw it."

He glanced at Mo Sangyu, then at the giant bow, and hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, this bow..."

"It's okay."

Mo Sangyu walked over and gently stroked the bow.

It feels smooth and warm to the touch; it is indeed an excellent weapon.

"In that case, I will gladly accept it."

The Northern Barbarian envoy was taken aback.

He looked at Mo Sangyu's slender fingers, then at the massive bow weighing a thousand pounds, and wanted to say, "Your Majesty, you can't lift it," but in the end, he was too embarrassed to say it.

Words spoken are like water spilled on the ground.

Although the Broken Cloud Bow is a national treasure, it has been sitting in their national treasury for decades without anyone being able to draw it, and it's taking up space. Giving it to someone with such superb archery skills is not a waste of this bow.

Seeing Mo Sangyu walk up to the giant bow, it seemed he was about to reach out and take it.

The envoys from the Northern Barbarians couldn't help but smile.

This Empress, with her thin arms and legs, even if she were a master archer, she had no true energy in her body, yet she still dared to dream of wielding the Cloud-Piercing Bow.

Even a grandmaster couldn't lift it.

Unless, she really isn't... a mortal.

The civil and military officials of Da Chen also became nervous.

Yan Qing leaned close to Yuan Zhao's ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, you wouldn't be thinking of..."

Yuan Zhao nodded: "It seems so."

Ya Zi stared intently at Mo Sangyu.

Han Xiao, Lu Jin, Chu Tianxiong, and the others were so nervous that their palms started to sweat.

It weighs a thousand pounds! Even if the Empress is powerful, she couldn't possibly lift it, could she?

The people of Cangwu and Qingyue remained silent, watching the show unfold.

Of course, Jiang Shiyu didn't believe it either. She admitted that the Empress was more beautiful and better at archery than her, but in terms of martial arts, she couldn't see any fluctuations of true energy, so she was definitely not as good as her.

Shen Hanzhou's face still showed little expression.

However, his gaze fell on the giant bow, and a very faint light flashed in his eyes, which quickly disappeared.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Mo Sangyu suppressed the urge to laugh, ran her slender fingers across the bow, and turned to order, "Take it away."

Feng Xingyu looked at her with an expression that said, "I knew it."

We still can't undermine other people's confidence too much, otherwise the game will be over.

After the archery competition, the Northern Di envoy had become docile.

Just as everyone was about to return to the banquet, Jiang Shiyu suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Northern Di Kingdom has finished its competition, but our Cangwu Kingdom hasn't even had itss yet?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want to compete in?"

"Then it certainly can't be an archery competition."

Jiang Shiyu is very self-aware.

Her gaze swept over the young, handsome generals dressed in tight-fitting clothes, and finally settled on the red-eyed emperor who exuded a deadly danger yet was full of allure. A slight smile appeared on her lips.

"I want to have a duel with you. You are very good at fighting, but you may not be so good at one-on-one combat."

"Yeah?"

Feng Xingyu remained silent, but Mo Sangyu spoke up: "How do you intend to compete?"

"The Northern Di Kingdom has already had three rounds of competition, so I, the princess, will have three rounds as well."

Jiang Shiyu held up three fingers: "We'll send three people to play against your three people. It'll be best two out of three. The winner can make one request that the loser has to fulfill."

Mo Sangyu listened, finding it quite interesting: "Does that mean any request is acceptable?"

Jiang Shiyu quickly replied, "It can't be murder or arson, nor can it violate morality or betray the country. Anything else is fine."

Mo Sangyu smiled slightly: "Then, what about marriage?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shiyu smiled.

Her smile was bright and flamboyant, carrying a hint of arrogance that suggested she was determined to win.

That was her original intention.

If she wins, she has only one request: to marry the Emperor of Da Chen.

If we lose...

She was confident she could win, given that it was a best-of-three series!

"Marriage is certainly possible, but..."

Jiang Shiyu also had her own little plan: "I want to specify who will fight against us."

Upon hearing this, the officials of Da Chen all turned pale.

"Princess Cangwu, isn't that a bit domineering?" Wen Zhixia, who hadn't spoken until now, said with a kind smile.

Yuan Zhao sneered, speaking before Yan Qing could finish: "Why should you choose the person? If you choose someone with low martial arts skills to fight you, it wouldn't be honorable for you to win, would it?"

"We, the Cangwu Kingdom, are not such petty people. We will choose from among your generals."

Jiang Shiyu looked frankly at Yuan Zhao and the others, then a slightly provocative smile appeared on her face: "What, are all your generals cowards, afraid to accept the challenge?"

"What are you saying?"

Yan Qing, with his fiery temper, rolled up his sleeves and was about to charge forward: "Come on, come on, this general will fight you!"

"Yan Qing".

Mo Sangyu glanced at him lightly and casually: "Come here."

"Your Majesty?"

Yan Qing was puzzled, but he still obediently walked over.

Mo Sangyu pulled him behind her and whispered, "What are you doing, a married man, meddling in this mess? Get out of here!"

"..."

Isn't it a fight?

What, can't I hit someone who has a wife?

Could it be that the Empress looks down on him and is afraid that if he is beaten to death, Feng Mian will become a widow?

Yan Qing didn't understand at first, but he soon did.

"Since you agree, let's not waste any more time."

Jiang Shiyu glanced behind her and said, "For this first round, my maid, A'da, will fight."

After saying that, she called out, "Ah Da."

"Princess."

A tall woman walked out from behind Jiang Shiyu.

Women in Cangwu Kingdom are usually petite, but this maid was strikingly beautiful and imposing. Standing there, she was like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath, making her someone not to be underestimated.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance, clearly realizing that the woman was quite powerful.

Peak of the Ninth Rank.

This is no ordinary maid; she is clearly a skilled hand carefully selected by Jiang Shiyu.

So it was premeditated all along.

It seems like this first game is going to be a bit dangerous.

A glint of confidence flashed in Jiang Shiyu's eyes as she gave A'Da a look.

Ah Da understood, and his gaze swept directly over the young generals of the Da Chen camp.

However, her eye for choosing opponents is quite peculiar...

look at the face.

If you didn't know, you might think she was choosing a husband instead of a rival.

This made the military officers' faces extremely ugly.

They're not goods, so why should they stand here and be picked over?

But since His Majesty and the Empress had both agreed, they dared not object and could only stand there resentfully, letting them choose.

"I choose him."

Ah Da glanced at them and immediately picked Ya Zi.

Ya Zi's expression stiffened, and then he frowned almost imperceptibly.

Mo Sangyu coughed lightly: "He's not good enough."

"Why?" Jiang Shiyu turned to look at her. "Does Your Majesty think he can't beat my maid?"

Quite the opposite.

Probably only Yazi could beat this maid named Ada.

But Ya Zi comes late at night.

But Mo Sangyu couldn't say this reason, and couldn't think of a good excuse for the time being.

At this moment, Feng Xingyu, who was standing next to him, spoke up calmly and said in a serious tone, "He has a stomachache."

Ya Zi: "..."

He quickly pressed his hand to his stomach in agreement, indicating that His Majesty was right.

My stomach hurts, I can't get an injection.

Jiang Shiyu was speechless.

They knew they were lying, but they couldn't call them out on it.

Ah Da's expectant look turned into disappointment.

Yan Qing watched in stunned silence for a long time before slapping his thigh in realization.

That's it!

Why won't the Empress let him go?

So it turns out that she already knew the one representing Cangwu Kingdom was a woman. Her Majesty was trying to create opportunities for those unwanted bachelors!

Your Majesty has truly gone to great lengths.

But why can't Yazi be used?

Is someone interested in him?

"Ah Da, let's choose another one."

Jiang Shiyu spoke up, so A-Da had no choice but to make a new selection.

Of the remaining military officers, only Yuan Zhao, Han Xiao, and Lu Jin remained. Chu Tianxiong was too old and had already been automatically excluded by A Da.

Ah Da's gaze swept over the three men before finally settling on Yuan Zhao: "You're the one."

Yuan Zhao's heart skipped a beat; he felt a little uneasy.

Because he couldn't discern the opponent's strength at all.

This can only mean that the opponent's martial arts skills must be superior to his.

He's doomed; he's going to embarrass Da Chen.

Can he refuse?

He looked at Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu for help, but neither of them paid him any attention.

He then turned to look at Gu Jinzhi.

Gu Jinzhi gave him an encouraging look, expressing her moral support.

"..."

Does this mean they don't care whether he lives or dies?

Han Xiao and Lu Jin secretly gloated.

Good news, I've been selected.

Bad news, we can't beat them.

"Hey, what are you afraid of? Go for it!"

As his best friend, how could Yan Qing not kick him while he was down at this time?

He leaned closer to Yuan Zhao and whispered, "At worst, you'll just get beaten to a pulp by her. You're tough as nails, you'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

"roll."

Yuan Zhao knew he had no choice; he couldn't just back down before the fight even started, that would be even more humiliating.

"Fine, let's fight."

Yuan Zhao took a deep breath and strode to the center of the training ground.

He took off his outer robe and casually tossed it to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing caught it and stepped aside a few paces to make room for him.

Ah Da stood on the opposite side, moved his wrists, and his knuckles made a slight cracking sound.

She didn't use any weapons, and neither did Yuan Zhao.

Their eyes met, and in the next instant, they attacked simultaneously.

Ah Da's speed was faster than he had imagined.

She took a step forward and was in front of Yuan Zhao in the blink of an eye. She threw a punch, without any fancy moves, just simple and direct power.

The force of the punches whistled through the air, slapping Yuan Zhao's face until it stung.

He dodged to the side, and the punch landed in the air behind him with a muffled thud.

If that punch landed on me, I'd break several bones.

He dared not be careless, quickened his pace, and circled around Ah Da.

He's looking for an opportunity.

Ah Da's strength is superior to his, and his speed is also faster. In a head-on collision, he would undoubtedly lose.

We can only wait, wait for her to reveal a weakness.

However, Ah Da would never give him the slightest chance.

She turned around and threw another punch.

Yuan Zhao raised his hand to block, and their fists collided. He felt as if his arm had been hit by an iron hammer, and his entire arm was numb.

He took two steps back, shook his hands, gritted his teeth, and went to meet them again.

This time he struck first, slapping Ah Da on the shoulder, but she easily dodged it.

Ah Da glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You can't beat me."

Seeing her arrogant demeanor, Yuan Zhao was so angry that his teeth itched.

Don't let him find an opportunity, otherwise, he will definitely...

Before the fierce thought in his mind could even finish, A'Da had already attacked him again, twice as fast as before, and punched Yuan Zhao in the chest.

Yuan Zhao felt his internal organs tremble, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Yan Qing hissed and turned his head away, unable to bear to look.

Yuan Zhao lay on the ground, coughed twice, and then pushed himself up.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb and looked up at Ah Da.

Ah Da asked him, "Do you submit?"

"Fuck your grandma's legs."

Yuan Zhao charged forward suddenly, like an enraged leopard.

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Feng Xingyu asked her, "Are you sure this will work?"

"Uncertain, I'll leave it to fate."

"Well, I think it's unlikely."

He's single by choice, and it's unlikely any woman will ever be interested in him.

A-Da met Yuan Zhao's fist, and the two became entangled in a fight.

Punches and kicks flew, muffled thuds filled the air.

Yuan Zhao fought fiercely, giving it his all, while A'Da was no longer as relaxed as before. Soon, both of them were bruised and battered.

Ah Da had bruises around his eyes and blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

Yuan Zhao fared even worse; he was kicked away by A'Da and rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily.

The blood from the corner of his mouth flowed even more heavily, and the bone in his jaw hurt as if it were about to crack.

Yan Qing rushed over, squatted down beside him, and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Is he dead? You can't beat him anyway, there's no need to fight so hard, right?"

"That won't work."

Yuan Zhao stubbornly said, "This is a matter of dignity. If we can't kill him, we'll beat him to death."

Upon hearing this, A'da looked at Yuan Zhao again with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

The generals of Da Chen are true men.

However, she wants to win.

Ah Da's eyes sharpened, and he rushed forward, ready to deliver the final blow and completely crush him. At this moment, Mo Sangyu's cool and languid voice rang out: "Enough, you've won. Get ready for the second round."

The officials of Da Chen did not look too good, but Yuan Zhao's expression was particularly unpleasant.

But no one spoke.

A loss is a loss, there's no point in making excuses.

"For the second round, I, the princess, will personally take the stage."

Jiang Shiyu took off her outer garment, revealing a tight-fitting outfit underneath.

He wore soft armor around his waist, his sleeves were tightly bound, and his long hair was tied up high, giving him an imposing and heroic air.

"Who does the princess intend to choose as her opponent?"

Mo Sangyu seemed unsurprised by this.

Without a second thought, Jiang Shiyu's gaze fell on one person: "This princess chooses him."