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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nWei Jingxian was not in any state of mind to talk, but since Wan Xiu’er was talking to her, she had to be polite.

n“She managed to hunt for food with that loose bow back then. Aiming at a piece of fruit 100 steps away will not be hard for her. I think Zheng Langjun will have his pride handed back to him,” Wei Jingxian said. “If she loses, it would not look good for her. But if she wins, no one will care about how this all started or ended. They will only remember Liu Lanting’s archery skills.”

nWei Jingxian’s words were really for Jiang Pengji’s sake.

nIf you dare humiliate me, I will step on your pride.

nAs usual, Jiang Pengji’s demeanor remained cool as she released her last arrow. Within the blink of an eye, a soft thud sounded as the arrow hit its target dead center.

nEveryone was speechless. Even Feng Jin’s eyes flashed with amazement.

n“Your bow…” Feng Jin took the bow from Jiang Pengji. As he held it, he knew it was not an ordinary bow. He tried to draw it and was surprised by the draw weight. “This is at least one stone, right?”

n“Hm, it is. But it’s lighter and still quite new. When I drew it fully, the bow felt like it wasn’t happy with me.”

nJiang Pengji saw Feng Jin’s expression and silently voiced her thoughts in her head: Don’t speak anymore. I want to be alone.

nOne stone? Even an adult male would not be able to draw it to its full potential, yet Jiang Pengji had done so without breaking a sweat.

nThe audience in the stream was dumbfounded. One stone of draw weight… That was insanely awesome, right?

nZhiai Tieguanyin: “Although I have no idea what’s going on, I still have to pretend that I get it. That host is insanely awesome.”

nMeishaonu Zhanshi Ayuan: “Anyone good in history? What’s ‘one stone’?”

nShuibian Sanguo Nanshen: “#smug smile. That would depend on the timeline. One stone would typically be between 30 and 60 kilograms. I’m not too sure about the host’s world, but based on that Feng boy’s expression, I’m guessing it’s not something a normal 12-year-old boy could do.”

nJiang Pengji ignored the stream as the viewers discussed the exact measurements of “one stone.”

nShe had not forgotten her goal. She smiled naturally as she faced Zheng Bin. She yelled, “Now it’s your turn!”

nIt was impossible for Zheng Bin to stop now. If he were to reject the challenge or back off, he would be humiliated.

nHe had taken his anger out on Liu Lanting’s servant; now, Liu Lanting was practically slapping him in the face because of it.

nZheng Bin controlled his temper and ignored his page boy’s pleading gaze. He ordered the boy to stand 50 paces away with a kiwi on his head.

nXu Ke had been calm and collected, but Zheng Bin’s page boy was obviously terrified. His legs trembled, and the kiwi on his head tottered. When he saw his young master raise his bow, his legs collapsed beneath him, and the front of his robes grew wet. He had peed himself in fright!

nJiang Pengji raised her eyebrows before she whistled. Then she gave the fuming Zheng Bin a wide smile that revealed her pearly white teeth.

n“Boring. I’m not playing anymore.”

nZhongyang Qunuan Kongtiao: “Lemme say something— Eh, running after showing off? That felt f*cking good!”

nJiang Pengji: “…”

nZheng Bin: “…”

nTaxue and Xu Ke hurriedly took their places by her side as her horse proudly strutted behind her.

nZheng Bin finally regained himself. He threw his bow to the floor in a fit of anger before he cried out, “You boor!”

nFeng Jin, who was quietly watching the spectacle, looked at the sky and then at the ground. He refused to look at Zheng Bin.

nWuma Jun was flabbergasted. It took him a while before he uttered, “Strange. When did the Liu family raise such a hooligan?”

n“There are many foolish young men out there. Once he’s older, he will be better behaved.”

nFeng Jin’s response explained the situation. It was a dispute between foolish young men who had been overcome by their emotions. Liu Lanting was defiant because it was a fad.

nIn the Yangcheng County of Dongqing, it was fashionable to be “wild.” Some noble Langjuns even shed their clothes and streaked naked. Liu Lanting’s behavior was tame compared to that.

nShangguan Wan had seen everything from her view on the horse. She did not like Zheng Bin and was elated to see what had happened to him.

n“I didn’t know that brother Lanting would hold a grudge.”

nShangguan Wan could not dismount by herself, so the horse walked toward Jiang Pengji.

n“Hold a grudge? Shangguan Wan, you’re wrong. Your Brother Lanting is straightforward and upright. I don’t hold grudges.” Jiang Pengji smiled.

nTo anyone else, those words could have sounded shameless and arrogant. But before anyone could grumble about it, Jiang Pengji continued. “That’s because I prefer to take my revenge immediately. Why should I waste effort trying to remember a grudge?”

nJiang Pengji reached up to help Shangguan Wan off the horse. “Help me tell Wei Jingxian: none of the men here are suitable for her.”

nWei Jingxian came from a prestigious family. There was no need for her to rush out and inconvenience herself over marriage. In the olden days, marriage was for life. Women had to be careful about who they chose as their husbands.

n“I understand,” Shangguan Wan said. But she was a little unwilling to return to the other noble girls. “I will tell Wei Jingxian when we’re alone.”

nThe annulment between Liu Lanting and Wei Jingxian had yet to be disclosed, and Shangguan Wan was just trying to cover it up. She might be young, but she was wise.

nJiang Pengji turned around to deal with Xu Ke.

n“We’ll talk when we get back,” she said unhappily. Her face was devoid of any emotions.

nOn the other side of the assembly, Wuma Jun’s curiosity about Jiang Pengji grew.

nHis eyes sparkled when he looked at Jiang Pengji. “He may be impulsive, but he’s definitely promising. Huaiyu, introduce us?”

nWhen Jiang Pengji noticed Feng Jin walking over with another person, she raised her eyebrows. “Your brother?” she said.

nFeng Jin flushed red. “Lanting, don’t jest. Have you forgotten him? When we were in the bandit’s’ den, you met him.”

nBandits’ den? When was that? Wuma Jun was at a loss.

nJiang Pengji gave a small smile. “Oh? Now that you mention it, I do remember.”

nWuma Jun’s eyelids twitched. He had no idea what they were talking about.

n“That day, the fourth Langjun was suffering from a high fever and was unconscious. If you had not taken us in, he might have…” Feng Jin’s attitude was very relaxed, as though he was talking about the weather. “I wanted to introduce you two at that time, but some situations arose, so we were delayed until now.”

nWuma Jun froze. Jiang Pengji was his benefactor?

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