Xiang Yun would never admit that her chess skills were poor. She hid the cannon piece behind her back, cleared her throat, and innocently said, "A blatant chariot and a stealthy horse steal the cannon, isn't that the rule in Chinese chess? Besides, who let you lose track of your pieces? All's fair in war—they're talking about people like you who won't humbly accept a lesson!"
Mo Zili was nonplussed. Could he hit someone?
Having beaten Mo Zili again, Xiang Yun was utterly thrilled. Recently, whether it was solving brain teasers or playing chess with him, she always managed to win. Watching him deflate time after time, Xiang Yun felt so proud she wanted to burst into laughter and thought, "That'll teach you to be smug, losing to your sister again!"
While she was gloating, suddenly Nongyu's cries came from outside, "Young Master, help, let go of me, I want to see the Young Master—"
