Where is the early stage of the marriage alliance?

"Sister-in-law Xi, Wushuang... she's just too amazing!"

Xiao Xiao stared in disbelief, frozen in place, forgetting to sit down. Ling Xi remained calm, holding her teacup, her expression indifferent. She had witnessed Wushuang's abilities two years ago, and it seemed that today, to avoid drawing attention, she had only used half of her power.

The audience wasn't the only ones shocked. On the court, both teams were stunned, speechless with amazement at Wu Shuang's swift and skillful technique, including Lu Baixu.

He only knew that the female guard beside Ling Xi was not simple, but he had never seen her truly make a move. Now, this was just a polo match, but it was enough to show her what she was capable of.

"Sister Wushuang, whose polo skills are so exquisite, I wonder who your teacher is?"

After scoring, Wu Shuang remained calm and indifferent, turning to leave the field. Qin Qi quickly followed behind, repeatedly asking him questions.

Wu Shuang frowned slightly. She was naturally taciturn, but out of politeness, she couldn't completely ignore him. All her ball skills were learned from Prince Heng, and with her high comprehension and rapid progress, coupled with her speed advantage, she had already surpassed her teacher in the past two years.

"Sister Wushuang, don't go! How about we find some free time another day and have a friendly spar?"

"it is good."

Wu Shuang let out a soft sigh, her tone indifferent and perfunctory. She was clearly just giving a casual reply, but Qin Qi didn't care at all. After the polo match, he had already been completely defeated by Wu Shuang.

Wushuang became famous overnight, and her fame spread throughout the upper echelons of Jinling. Everyone knew that the Princess of Chu had such a skilled female bodyguard by her side.

Qin Qi was eagerly anticipating an opportunity to spar with Wushuang, but before he could find a chance, someone came knocking on his door.

A few days after the polo match, Ling Xi took Wushuang and Peilan to Jinxiu Pavilion to choose spring clothes. As she was carefully selecting, a sharp and arrogant female voice suddenly rang out from behind her:

"Shopkeeper! I'll take this flowing cloud and dark floral dress."

The three turned around at the sound and saw Yang Luoying standing gracefully in front of the clothes rack with two maids, her gaze fixed on the final spring dress in the very center.

Coincidentally, the only dress with flowing clouds and dark floral patterns that Ling Xi had just spotted and touched was this very dress.

The manager of Jinxiu Pavilion hurriedly stepped forward and saw that Ling Xi had her hands on the clothes, looking very troubled.

"Miss Yang, it's really unfortunate. This spring dress is a one-of-a-kind item in our store this year. There's only one in the entire city of Jinling, and there are no other similar styles available."

The atmosphere instantly became awkward upon hearing this. Pei Lan frowned and subconsciously took a half step forward, about to speak in rebuttal, but was gently stopped by Ling Xi raising her hand.

She gently brushed her hand over the delicate, soft silk fabric. The skirt was embroidered with intricate white floral patterns, the stitches exquisite, and the color warm and lustrous—truly a rare gem. Her first reaction was one of reluctance to give it up; why should she simply hand over such a fine item?

But then she thought that since Xiao Ce was not in Jinling, it would be better for her to keep a low profile and not get into a conflict with someone over a piece of clothing.

After a moment's thought, she suppressed the slight ripples in her eyes, withdrew her hand, and remained calm.

"Since Miss Yang likes it, then this dress is yours."

She had already yielded humbly, thinking the matter was settled, but to her surprise, Yang Luoying not only didn't appreciate it, but instead looked up at the aloof and silent Wushuang beside her, a competitive glint flashing in her eyes. She slightly raised her chin, her face carrying a stubborn arrogance.

"No need. What I, Yang Luoying, want, I never need anyone to give up."

Her gaze was fixed on Wushuang. Ling Xi could tell that she had a problem with Wushuang, perhaps because of the polo match. But inwardly, she felt helpless; she was someone who hated trouble the most.

"Since the Crown Princess also takes a liking to this dress, let's keep it simple. I'll have a fistfight with her, and whoever loses will give up the dress. Neither of us needs to pretend to give it up."

Yang Luoying raised her hand and pointed at Wushuang, each word clear and distinct.

The guests who were picking out clothes in the Brocade Pavilion were all taken aback and turned to look, their eyes all focused on Wushuang.

Her delicate brows furrowed sharply, and a thin layer of frost gathered in her clear, cold eyes, clearly indicating her impatience.

Ling Xi realized that the eldest daughter of the Pingyang Marquis's mansion would not let the matter rest until she had a fight with Wushuang.

"How about it? You were all show on the polo field, but were you just a pretty face? You don't even have the guts to compete with me?"

Seeing that Wushuang remained silent for a long time, Yang Luoying curled her lips into an arrogant smile and took two steps forward to provoke her.

Wushuang, a veteran of the battlefield, was not easily angered by her words. Her aura deepened, and she turned her head helplessly to look at the princess beside her.

Ling Xi slowly raised her eyes, glanced around the hall of Jinxiu Pavilion, pondered for a moment, and then spoke softly:

"Wushuang, move faster and finish this quickly."

Wushuang's mind sharpened, and he instantly suppressed all the complex emotions in his eyes.

"Yes."

She took a half-step back, her aura instantly shifting, all traces of gentleness and respect vanishing as she assumed a fighting stance.

To Yang Luoying, Ling Xi's words were nothing short of a public slap in the face. Born into a family of military generals, she considered herself quite skilled. Even if she couldn't win the match completely, she could at least put up a fight. But Ling Xi's casual "Hurry up" clearly showed that she didn't take her seriously at all.

Yang Luoying's face darkened, a hint of anger rising within her. She raised her eyes and glared resentfully at Wushuang.

"Your princess has quite the arrogance!"

She had studied martial arts since childhood and possessed a solid foundation, making her unmatched among the women of Jinling City. Unfortunately, today she was facing Wushuang, who had fought alongside Ling Heng for many years and whose skills had long reached the pinnacle.

The surrounding guests began to whisper among themselves; everyone could see that Miss Yang of the Marquis's mansion was furious.

"Want a quick victory? Let's see if you have the ability!"

Yang Luoying raised her chin high, with an unyielding arrogance. She stomped her foot and rushed forward swiftly, her palm strike carrying great force, aiming straight for Wushuang's shoulder.

Wushuang remained standing still, her cool eyes calmly locking onto the figure rushing towards her, neither dodging nor avoiding, calmly waiting for her to make a move.

Yang Luoying's palm strike came straight at her, but she simply raised her arm, deftly blocked with her fingers, and smoothly deflected the full force of the blow with a twist of her wrist. Every move she made was calm and composed.

When the people around saw that the two had indeed started fighting, they all retreated downstairs.

Yang Luoying unleashed all her skills, launching relentless attacks, yet she couldn't even touch a single hem of Wushuang's clothes. Every time, her force missed its mark, and instead, Wushuang repeatedly used her strength to make her lose her balance.

Wushuang moved with light and unhurried steps, his attacks were neither hurried nor slow, and he easily suppressed the opponent's offensive with a single move, showing complete control throughout.

After only a few rounds, Yang Luoying's moves became scattered and she was powerless to fight back.

She was clearly losing her composure, and her moves became increasingly ruthless, filled with ferocity, and completely lacking any semblance of strategy.

Wushuang's eyes darkened slightly, and he stopped fighting with her. In just a few moves, he accurately seized the pulse points on her arms, twisted them with his hands, and firmly restrained her.

Yang Luoying's strength was completely locked, leaving her no room to break free. She was clearly furious; her pretty face was flushed red, and her eyes were filled with resentment.

"Miss Yang, do you submit or not?"

Wushuang remained calm and composed, speaking in a flat tone.