The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

When Lord Song left with his men, he made a point of passing by the table where they had eaten before. He took the oil paper from the old woman and wrapped the remaining half of the roast goose on the table in the oil paper.

He also packed a few other items in oil paper, and with his hands full of things, he left satisfied.

The officials at the table were speechless. How embarrassing for a high-ranking official like the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review to bring takeout from a banquet! They didn't even get to eat roast goose.

After returning to the Dali Temple, Minister Song did not rush to question Prime Minister Feng.

He was angry that Prime Minister Feng had caused trouble, which resulted in him only getting one bite of the divine roast goose. Just thinking about the taste makes one's mouth water.

So he immediately closed the door, opened the oil paper package, and started munching on it.

In the plum garden, the midday banquet had ended, but there would be another proper meal in the evening, so none of the guests left.

Although there was still a long time before the dinner, it wasn't boring at all.

A stage was set up in the garden, and the most famous opera troupe in Beijing, Dexin Troupe, was invited to perform.

The older female guests mostly listened to the opera from below the stage, thoroughly enjoying it.

There are many other activities to participate in in the park, including archery, pitch-pot, polo, riddles, and many talent competition games.

Su Qianqian had previously asked the Prime Minister's wife to make cream cakes with the remaining cream as prizes.

The guests had enjoyed the delicious cakes at the lunch banquet, so they were all eager to win the prizes to take home for their families.

Murong Yan wandered around the garden for a long time before finally meeting Su Qianqian by the lakeside pavilion.

Su Qianqian was playing the game of pitch-pot with Meng Baozhu when the arrow she threw hit the pot and fell outside.

She deliberately let Meng Baozhu win a little, mainly because she didn't want Meng Baozhu to lose too badly.

The Seventh Prince, who was with Murong Yan, naturally noticed that Su Qianqian was quite clumsy at playing the pitch-pot game.

"That Miss Su really did grow up in the countryside. This must be her first time experiencing a game that nobles enjoy, right?"

Murong Yan also said, "A pheasant is a pheasant; it can never become a phoenix."

The third prince, who was traveling with the two, advised them, "You two, keep your voices down and don't say anything more."

The Seventh Prince's temper flared up as well. "What are you afraid of? Just because she's weak doesn't mean we can't say anything about her. We can only sing her praises, right?"

Murong Yan patted the Seventh Prince's arm to stop him from getting angry.

"Brother Yuan, don't be angry. We can outsmart her. She's not good at pitch-pot, so we can use this opportunity to embarrass her."

Murong Yan felt that she had finally found an opportunity to face off against Su Qianqian, so she naturally did not want to miss it.

"Miss Su, how about we have a game of pitch-pot?"

Murong Yan was born through a transmigration. She had been exposed to the game of pitch-pot, which was popular among nobles, since childhood, and she was very talented in it. She had won first place in competitions held in the Southern Yue Palace many times.

She looked down on Su Qianqian's pitch-pot skills, thinking that Su Qianqian grew up in the countryside and was later busy with business and leading troops into battle. How could she have time to play such an elegant aristocratic game as pitch-pot? She would definitely become her defeated opponent.

"What? Miss Su, are you afraid to compete with me?"

Su Qianqian didn't speak, which made Murong Yan even more confident. She thought that Su Qianqian must not have dared to agree to the competition because she couldn't win.

"Miss Su, today is your coming-of-age ceremony. So many people have come to congratulate you, yet you won't even play the game of pitch-pot with us?"

"Alright, let's have a competition then."

This was the first time Xiangming had seen the girl play pitch-pot, and he could clearly see that she was very unfamiliar with it, so he was quite worried.

"Young lady, how about I go on stage for you?"

Murong Yan was naturally unwilling to let someone else take Su Qianqian's place, and she made a condition: "You can only choose from the young masters and ladies present, not the guards. It's a real pity. I heard that Prince Gong's pitch-pot skills are superb and unmatched. It's a pity that Prince Gong is absent from such a joyous occasion as your coming-of-age ceremony."

Murong Yan thought that these words would provoke Su Qianqian, but she found that Su Qianqian's face did not show any emotion.

Does Su Qianqian have absolutely no feelings for Prince Gong? Does she not have a single romantic thought?

The seventh prince casually picked up an arrow and accurately threw it into the pottery jar. Then, with a look of disdain, he said, "The pitch-pot game in Plum Garden is not very good, and the arrows are not very good either. Fortunately, I have a complete set of pitch-pot competition equipment that I brought from the Southern Yue Kingdom."

He instructed his men, "Go back to the Sifang Pavilion and fetch all the double-eared bronze pots and peacock feather arrows I brought."

Those peacock feathers were tampered with; only he had the experience to use them. Anyone else using those peacock feathers would definitely not be able to win the competition.

The Seventh Prince's guards quickly brought the items over from the Four Directions Pavilion.

The female guests, who were usually confined to the inner quarters and led very dull lives, all gathered around to watch the fun when they heard about the pitch-pot competition.

Therefore, the pitch-pot venue was exceptionally lively.

"It's been a long time since the capital has been this lively."

"This is definitely the most exciting coming-of-age ceremony ever."

Su Qianqian smiled and said to Murong Yan, "Thank you for suggesting the pitch-pot competition, which is why my coming-of-age ceremony is so lively."

Murong Yan never expected that a simple game of pitch-pot would attract so many people to come and watch the excitement.

She proposed the pitching game not to make Su Qianqian look good, but to trample Su Qianqian underfoot.

The Third Prince was a clever man. He noticed that Miss Su's tone showed no fear, and wondered if she was hiding her true abilities. Perhaps she was actually quite skilled at pitch-pot, but was just pretending not to be good at it.

To ensure everything went smoothly, the Third Prince suggested, "It's no fun competing alone. Let's form teams of three and see how many points each team can get in total."

He, the Seventh Prince, and Murong Yan are all very skilled at pitch-pot; with their combined strength, they are sure to win this match.

The Seventh Prince was more confident than the Third Prince. He took out three silver notes worth ten thousand taels each and said, "Since it's a team competition, a small cake as a prize is a bit meager. I'll give you thirty thousand taels of silver as a reward."

Su Qianqian agreed, "Okay, I'll also bring 30,000 taels, making the total prize money 60,000 taels."

The Seventh Prince was delighted to see the 60,000 taels of silver notes displayed on the table. He had tampered with the arrows used; the Third Prince and Murong Yan had both used these arrows in Nan Yue and knew the precautions for using them. Therefore, he was certain to win this pitch-pot competition.

At present, the Southern Yue Kingdom is suffering from natural disasters and man-made calamities, and is in dire need of money. If we win 60,000 taels and send it back to the Southern Yue Kingdom, it will be a great achievement.

Murong Yan formed a team with the Seventh Prince and the Third Prince.

Many people on Su Qianqian's side dared not join, mainly because they lacked confidence and were afraid of dragging Su down and causing her to lose the competition.