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

Su Qianqian had already asked Xiangming to send the macaw over.

So when she raised the arrow, the macaw began to sing.

It was singing the rocking horse song that Su Qianqian taught it, the one from before it time-traveled.

"Dad's dad is grandpa, and mom's mom is grandma—"

Murong Yan was particularly annoyed by the familiar song: Su Qianqian really is a time traveler. What is she trying to do by bringing out a bird to sing?

Macaws have very bright plumage and can sing, attracting everyone's attention.

Su Qianqian threw the arrow in her hand, and still took advantage of the space to throw the arrow into the pot.

While everyone was still captivated by the parrot, they heard Imperial Censor Kong's surprised shout.

"It's a reversed arrow—it's a reversed arrow!"

The onlookers all looked at the bronze pot and discovered that it really was an inverted arrow!

Good heavens! Miss Su actually threw a backward arrow!

The "inverted arrow" technique involves making the arrow enter the pot upside down, which is extremely difficult because the arrow is top-heavy. Therefore, in previous pitching competitions, there has never been a good result with an inverted arrow.

Moreover, the arrows provided by the Seventh Prince this time were fletched with peacock feathers, making them more top-heavy than ordinary arrows, and thus more difficult to throw.

Unexpectedly, Miss Su threw a backward arrow.

Miss Su always manages to surprise people!

The applause from all around was like a tidal wave, lasting for a long time.

Imperial Censor Kong was so excited he almost cried. "In all my decades of life, this is the first time I've ever seen someone throw an arrow backwards. It's a miracle!"

The other guests were also very excited.

Those who usually enjoy playing pitch-pot were all incredibly excited.

"I actually witnessed the destruction of the shoji tree in person. I can brag about this for the rest of my life."

"Yes, I thought I would never see anyone throw a backward arrow in my lifetime."

"Miss Su is too amazing. She gave up throwing arrows in the first two rounds, and I thought she was really not good enough. Miss Su must be too good and afraid of scaring us with her shot, which is why she gave up throwing twice in a row."

Feng Yuanxi stood up, raised his hands, and exclaimed, "Miss Su is mighty! You are my eternal goddess!"

He had personally witnessed Su Qianqian making things disappear when he was in Qinghe County, so he firmly believed that Miss Su knew magic.

Therefore, from the very beginning of this competition, he was absolutely certain that Miss Su would win.

Murong Yan was furious. She had always thought that Su Qianqian was afraid to vote because of her poor skills, which was why she withdrew in the first and second rounds. She never expected that this brat was actually hiding her true abilities.

So when she first saw Su Qianqian and Meng Baozhu playing pitch-pot together and she threw a terrible number, it must have been Su Qianqian doing it on purpose, pretending not to know how to play and luring her into a competition.

Definitely. It's outrageous that they tricked her again.

The Seventh Prince has put up 50,000 taels as a prize today; he's probably used up all his savings.

Murong Yan felt that if they lost this match, the Seventh Prince would be extremely angry.

However, the match is not over yet, and the Third Prince has not yet taken the stage, so it is still uncertain who will win or lose.

"Go, Brother Hong!"

Finally, it was the Third Prince's turn to take the stage.

Su Qianqian's excellent performance put a lot of pressure on the Third Prince.

Su Qianqian's group already has a total score of 6 points. Even if the Third Prince throws a perfect shot, it will only result in a tie.

Murong Yan and the Seventh Prince were both cheering on the Third Prince Huangfu Hong, because if this round ended in a draw, there would still be a chance.

The Seventh Prince held a much higher position in Nan Yue than the Third Prince. He said in a commanding tone, "Third Brother, I order you to throw an excellent ball."

Murong Yan handed a clean handkerchief to Huangfu Hong: "Go for it, Brother Hong! You can do it!"

Su Qianqian smiled and stroked the emerald green feathers on the macaw's head. She thought that since the parrot had attracted everyone's attention earlier, she should help attract the audience's attention this time too.

The macaw, being exceptionally clever, began its performance again: "They all look down on you, and you're just as useless. No one helps you achieve your lofty ambitions, and you'll never get there anyway..."

The young people in the audience laughed so hard they were doubled over, completely losing their composure, when they heard the macaw sing.

The crowd was once again drawn to the macaw, even the Third Prince, who was throwing arrows, was disturbed, feeling that the lyrics the parrot was singing were mocking him.

They mocked him for being useless and for being an unfavored prince.

After the Third Prince threw his arrow, Su Qianqian took advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the macaw to store the arrow, which was about to fall into the right ear of the bronze pot, into her spatial storage. Then, she used her mental power to retrieve the arrow from her spatial storage and let it land on the ground to the right of the bronze pot.

All of this was accomplished in an instant.

If she doesn't make a move, the Seventh Prince will score two points in this round, and the two sides will be tied in the third round.

Imperial Censor Kong picked up the peacock feather arrow from the ground and announced on the spot, "Defeated arrow, zero points."

Murong Yan couldn't believe it. How could the Third Prince possibly throw a losing arrow?

Like Xuanyuan Jing, the Third Prince was gifted; he hit the target on his first attempt at pitch-pot when he was a child.

Later on, he never missed a shot, so it was impossible for the Third Prince to throw a losing arrow. That was impossible, absolutely impossible!

The Seventh Prince pushed the Third Prince to the ground. "Huangfu Hong, you must have done it on purpose, right? You must have deliberately lost to Su Qianqian!"

The third prince sat on the ground, his face ashen. Since he first tried pitching in the pot as a child, he had never managed to throw a single point.

He even doubted whether he had really thrown that arrow.

The Third Prince recalled the rumors he had heard in the capital of Daqi these past few days.

The people of Daqi are all saying that going against Miss Su will not end well. Prime Minister Feng went against Miss Su, so his leg was broken.

Because Minister Luo doesn't acknowledge Miss Su as his biological grandson, the Luo family is now so poor that they can barely afford to eat.

Was it really because his opponent in this match was Miss Su that he broke his own record and suffered his first defeat in his life?

In the third round of the competition, the South Vietnam team scored four points, while Su Qianqian's team scored six points.

Imperial Censor Kong announced, "According to the best-of-three rule, Miss Su's side has won. The prize of 100,000 taels belongs to Miss Su's side."

The seventh prince was so angry that his eyes turned red. He ran over and kicked the bronze pot over.

He thought that without the help of the Western Xia national advisor, Su Qianqian would definitely lose.

Unexpectedly, Su Qianqian still won.

He had intended to win the entire 100,000 taels prize, but ended up losing 50,000 taels.

The onlookers looked down on the Seventh Prince for his exasperated state.

A prince of such high status, yet he couldn't accept defeat and even kicked over the bronze pot used in the competition. Compared to Miss Su, he was far inferior.

Su Qianqian has a lot of mini cakes in stock, all stored in the ice cellar of Plum Garden. To celebrate the victory, she has decided to share the mini cakes with everyone.

"Thank you all for your hard work watching the game. I've had some small cakes placed in the pavilion, so everyone can get one."