His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The person she chose was Feng Xingyu.

It must be said, their courage is commendable.

Best of three, so she'd rather lose one game than lose a game and still spark some romance with Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu showed no mercy, refusing outright: "I am a married man and cannot fight you. Princess, please choose someone else."

Tsk.

This shows he's finally understood the importance of male virtue.

However, Mo Sangyu was quite pleased and gave him an appreciative look.

The civil and military officials of the Great Chen Dynasty: "..."

Yan Qing: "..."

I need to learn more from His Majesty in the future, so that Feng Mian won't find fault with me all the time.

"No, why is this and that not allowed in your Great Chen? It's just a martial arts competition. So what if you're a married man? This princess is determined to fight you. If you don't want to fight, then just admit defeat."

Jiang Shiyu was half annoyed and half provoked.

Feng Xingyu scoffed lightly, not buying it at all: "If you think that this is how you win, then so be it."

"..."

Jiang Shiyu was also stubborn, and immediately her eyes turned red with anger. She didn't care about her image anymore, and tears almost fell.

It's as if someone bullied her.

However, it's still clear that the performance was largely acted, and it's fundamentally different from a "green tea" character.

"Shall I fight you?" Mo Sangyu asked.

Jiang Shiyu turned to look at Mo Sangyu, her lips moving as if she were seriously considering the suggestion.

Beside her, Ah Da quickly nudged her arm gently and whispered, "Princess, hurry up and refuse."

Jiang Shiyu suddenly came to her senses.

Damn it, does this Empress have some kind of sorcery? She actually wants to agree.

"Your Majesty, you've already competed once. I'm sure everyone is eager to see His Majesty take the field, right?"

No one present refuted these words.

Besides the envoys from the other two countries, the officials from Da Chen were also quite eager to see it.

There's nothing we can do.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu, giving him a helpless look.

"Why don't you fight her?"

Feng Xingyu: "If I fight her and kill her, will Ayu help me clean up the mess?"

"..."

Does it really have to be killed?

Feng Xingyu glanced at Mo Sangyu, and finally relented, his tone impatient and perfunctory: "Then let's have a fight."

Jiang Shiyu's face lit up instantly, all traces of grievance vanished, and she immediately called out to those behind her, "Someone, bring me this princess's sword."

Upon entering the palace, everyone's weapons were confiscated by the eunuchs. Now that a martial arts contest was to be held, Ah Da obeyed the order and quickly retrieved his sword.

Jiang Shiyu took her sword, drew it from its sheath, and the blade was like a pool of autumn water, its cold light gleaming.

She looked up at Feng Xingyu and gestured with her chin: "What weapon does Your Majesty use?"

Before Feng Xingyu could speak, Yan Qing leaned against a pillar and replied calmly, "For someone like Princess Cangwu, His Majesty wouldn't even need a weapon to fight ten of them."

Jiang Shiyu's face darkened, and her fingers tightened around the sword hilt.

"You underestimate me, princess?"

She snorted coldly, her eyes full of resentment: "It's not certain who will win or lose yet."

"Let's begin."

Feng Xingyu took a few steps forward, his black dragon robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.

Everyone stepped back.

Holding a long sword, Jiang Shiyu's aura suddenly changed, and her attack was unexpectedly powerful.

The offensive was swift and fierce, with each move ruthless.

The longsword drew a silvery arc in the air, its tip aimed directly at Feng Xingyu.

However, she thrust out more than a dozen swords in a row, but every single one missed its mark.

Feng Xingyu did not retaliate or use any special abilities; he only used his true qi to defend and dodge.

His movements were graceful, his whole body elusive amidst the sword light. No matter how fast Jiang Shiyu's sword strikes were, like a storm or a raging silver snake, she could never even touch the hem of his clothes.

Jiang Shiyu became more courageous despite setbacks, showing no signs of discouragement or retreat. Her sword energy surged, leaving white marks on the blue bricks of the training ground.

Upon seeing this, a hint of a smile flashed in Mo Sangyu's eyes.

This is no joke; they're clearly here for a real fight, not just to spark a brawl.

Feng Xingyu didn't make a move because he was genuinely afraid of accidentally killing the person, but he was being harassed like this...

He leaped into the air.

Thinking he could shake her off, he didn't expect Jiang Shiyu to be just as good at light footwork, and she immediately caught up, hovering in mid-air.

She flicked her wrist, twirling her longsword in a flourish, and once again thrust it towards Feng Xingyu.

A hint of annoyance flashed across Feng Xingyu's eyes; he didn't want to waste any more time with her.

As the blade drew near, he stopped dodging and instead extended two fingers to firmly clamp the blade between them.

A crisp "ping" sound.

He easily snapped the sturdy longsword in two.

The powerful force caused Jiang Shiyu's tiger's mouth to split open, and blood seeped out.

Before she could react, a blast of air violently blasted her away.

Jiang Shiyu's body swayed, and she fell directly from mid-air.

The people below were stunned.

This seemingly fierce attack was actually nothing more than a joke in front of the Great Chen Emperor.

No wonder, people didn't even bother to fight her at first.

Jiang Shiyu's maid was caught off guard and had no idea that her princess would fall from mid-air.

The key question is, how did the princess fall down when we didn't even see the Emperor of Da Chen make a move?

"Princess!"

By the time they realized what was happening, Ah Da was the first to cry out and try to rush over to catch her, but it was obviously too late.

From that height, a fall would almost certainly result in serious injury.

Just as A-Da and the others were at a loss, a white figure swept past them.

Mo Sangyu flew over, a white silk ribbon emerged from her sleeve, wrapped around Jiang Shiyu's waist, pulled her over, and held her firmly in her arms.

The two landed gracefully and slowly.

Jiang Shiyu leaned against Mo Sangyu's chest, her nose filled with Mo Sangyu's light fragrance.

Looking up, all I saw was Mo Sangyu's exquisitely beautiful face, both cold and dashing.

Jiang Shiyu felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

How can the Empress be so handsome?

She's not going to make it!

I love the Empress so much, what should I do?

I don't want to compete with her for my husband anymore, I'll just steal her away!

She was screaming inside, but on the surface she still had to consider the image of the Cangwu Kingdom and remain calm.

Jiang Shiyu's cheeks flushed slightly as she whispered, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling aura suddenly approached.

The next instant, she was pulled out of Mo Sangyu's arms.

Feng Xingyu wrapped his long arm around Mo Sangyu's waist, looked at Jiang Shiyu with hostility, and said in a cold tone, "Have you hugged enough?"

Jiang Shiyu: "..."

"Princess."

Ah Da rushed forward to check on her injuries.

Fortunately, I only have a minor injury on my hand; the rest of my body is fine.

"Your Majesty the Empress."

Ah Da bowed deeply and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying sincerely, "Thank you for your chivalrous intervention, which saved the princess from injury."

"It's alright."

Mo Sangyu smiled faintly: "On my territory, I naturally cannot allow the princess to get hurt."

After saying that, she looked at Yan Qing and the others: "Find a royal physician to bandage the princess's wounds."

Luo Ming has been studying medicine lately and has nothing else to do, so he is usually hard to find.

"oh."

Yan Qing responded and quickly summoned the imperial physician to treat Jiang Shiyu's hand wound.

"Stay away from that woman."

Feng Xingyu pulled Mo Sangyu aside before whispering, "She has ill intentions towards you."

"ha?"

Mo Sangyu looked at him with surprise and suspicion: "Are you sure it's about me, and not about you?"

"I'm very sure."

Feng Xingyu said sternly, "She's sick. Stay away from her."

No way?

Mo Sangyu was skeptical, but she didn't argue with him anymore.

"This time, I, the princess, have lost."

After treating the wound on her hand, Jiang Shiyu couldn't wait to say, "There's one last match, and it will still be fought by my maid."

She looked at another woman wearing a dark silk dress: "Ayi, you'll play this match."

"Yes, Princess."

The woman named Ayi was petite, sweet-looking, and had a soft, sweet voice.

They look like they're easy to bully.

Actually, that's not the case. Like Ah Da, she was also a ninth-rank official.

However, it's only at the mid-stage of the ninth rank.

It must be said that Cangwu Kingdom, in the context of the Nine Provinces Continent, is truly not to be underestimated, as even a princess can have two ninth-rank experts by her side.

In this round, she only has two people to choose from.

Han Xiao, Lu Jin.

These two are from Youdu City. They were once at the peak of the eighth rank. Now, more than a year later, they have broken through to the ninth rank. Although they are still a bit lacking in strength, they are experienced in many battles and may not necessarily lose.

Mo Sangyu still had a lot of confidence in them.

Ayi's gaze gently swept over the two of them.

Looking at her delicate and harmless appearance, and then at the two men opposite her, one cold and the other handsome, everyone wondered who she would choose.

Lu Jin was tall and handsome, with a gentle and refined demeanor. He seemed much easier to deal with than Han Xiao, who was expressionless and exuded a chilling aura.

Everyone thought she would most likely choose Lu Jin.

"I choose him."

As a result, Ayi's soft, sweet voice rang out, and her slender fingers pointed directly at Han Xiao without hesitation.

One is cute and cuddly, the other is tough and masculine.

Before the fight even started, Mo Sangyu inexplicably felt that it was kind of a good match.

Han Xiao, whose name was called, didn't say anything and simply stepped forward: "Please."

Ayi nodded first, looking adorably dazed.

Immediately, his aura changed drastically.

Her mid-stage ninth-grade true energy burst forth without reservation, unleashing a powerful force from her petite body that was completely different from her appearance.

"Excuse me!"

As she spoke, Ayi moved swiftly, darting out like a light swallow, her hands condensing into palm winds that aimed directly at Han Xiao's face.

Her moves are agile and cunning, seemingly gentle, yet each move conceals hidden strength. She clearly follows a skillful approach, aiming to win with speed and overcome strength with finesse.

Han Xiao's expression was cold and stern. He neither dodged nor avoided the attack. His fists, imbued with unparalleled power, met the attack head-on.

His moves were wide and sweeping, without any fancy moves; they were all deadly techniques honed through countless battles, fierce and domineering, which contrasted sharply with Ayi's agility.

In an instant, true energy surged across the training ground, and strong winds rose from all directions.

One soft, one hard; one skillful, one fierce; the two figures were locked in a fierce battle in the center of the arena, their movements so fast it was dazzling.

Ayi used her agile body to constantly move around, avoiding Hanxiao's fierce attacks and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Han Xiao, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, launching powerful attacks while maintaining his composure. Every punch he threw forced Ayi to dodge with all her might.

This match was truly evenly matched.

The onlookers felt a surge of excitement.

But after dozens of rounds, Ayi gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Han Xiao's true energy is very strong, no wonder he broke through so quickly." Feng Xingyu grabbed Mo Sangyu's hand and only glanced at him a few times before he saw Han Xiao's advantage.

"Judging from this, the little girl won't be able to hold on for much longer," Mo Sangyu said.

really.

Before long, Ayi's nimble movements gradually slowed down, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became rapid.

Han Xiao remained calm and powerful, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce and relentless.

Finally, Han Xiao seized an opening and threw a powerful punch straight at Ayi's shoulder.

With that small frame, if it were a real fight, Ayi would definitely be seriously injured.

Ayi's expression changed slightly. She tried to dodge, but she staggered and fell backward. Her foot slipped, and she was about to fall heavily onto the hard blue brick ground.

"careful."

Han Xiao's eyes darkened, and he forcefully withdrew most of his strength.

He then shifted his feet slightly, flashed his body, reached out and grabbed Ayi's wrist, and with a little force, pulled her back from her backward leaning position.

Once she had regained her footing, he immediately released her.

Ayi looked up at the cold-faced man in front of her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, followed by a complex mix of emotions, and said softly, "Thank you."

Han Xiao took a step back, resuming his usual solemn demeanor: "You lost."

These three simple words announced the outcome of the competition.

Ayi lowered her eyes and nodded gently: "Yes, I lost."

The officials of Dachen all wore expressions of joy.

In the best-of-three series, they ultimately won.

Jiang Shiyu's plan failed, but she did not show disappointment on her face. Instead, she smiled and said, "Da Chen Kingdom, as expected of the newly crowned overlord of the Nine Provinces. This princess is willing to accept defeat. Please make your demands, Your Majesty and Your Highness."

"Didn't your country want a marriage alliance?"

Mo Sangyu didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Princess Cangwu, could you please leave Miss A'da and Miss A'yi here?"

"..."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Even the officials of Da Chen thought that their empress had gone mad, daring to make such a request.

If those two young ladies, A-Da and A-Yi, were just ordinary maids, that would be fine, but they are ninth-rank masters!

How many ninth-rank masters can a country have?

The first thing she said was, "Do you want two?"

Jiang Shiyu was also stunned.

She thought that the Empress intended for her, the princess, to marry into the country for political reasons, but the groom would definitely not be His Majesty. Little did she know... that the Empress had taken a fancy to her two maids.

After a moment of stunned silence, a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness flashed across her face.

"This, I must discuss with my brother. The most important point is that it depends on A-Da and A-Yi's own wishes; I cannot make the decision for them."

She paused, then added, "However, it is an honor for Cangwu to form a marriage alliance with Da Chen."

"That's natural."

Although Mo Sangyu wanted all her sons to find partners, she could only do her best to help them and wouldn't force them to do anything against their will.

After all, this kind of thing really depends on their personal wishes.

"Then, we'll discuss it later."

Seeing that Mo Sangyu agreed so readily, Jiang Shiyu looked at her with even more affection.

The Empress was not only beautiful and kind-hearted, but also cool and sassy, ​​and very understanding. It was a pity that she married young, otherwise she could have been taken back to be a sister-in-law... which would have been a successful marriage alliance.

Hey.

Jiang Shiyu sighed with regret.

Feng Xingyu keenly sensed that sense of crisis again and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

This woman dares to make a move on Ayu...

Jiang Shiyu suddenly shivered, startled, and quickly shook off the thoughts in her mind.

The palace banquet had progressed to this point, and it was already quite late.

However, both the Northern Di Kingdom and the Cangwu Kingdom took the initiative to propose an archery and martial arts contest, while the Qingyue Kingdom remained silent.

Out of courtesy to the host, Mo Sangyu still asked, "Qingyue envoys, is there anything you'd like to do? Please feel free to ask."

Shen Hanzhou's dark eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at Mo Sangyu: "Your Majesty, my Qingyue Kingdom is unworthy and has nothing to offer that can rival the Great Chen, but..."