Duan Gongzi thought to himself: I must beat this pretty boy in front of everyone, how dare he look down on our little sister?
The martial arts field was set up, with two rows of weapons standing beside it. Duan Gongzi picked up a long spear and weighed it in his hand, satisfied, he returned to his position and smiled at Yue Rujing: "Yue Shizi, please choose a suitable weapon."
Yue Rujing smiled faintly and said, "No need, I brought my own weapon."
With that, he drew a Soft Sword from his waist.
People who carry weapons with them are generally not weak; seeing him skillfully draw a Soft Sword, Duan Gongzi's disdain for him decreased slightly.
Little Sister Duan was dragged out of her stilted building.
"What on earth is going on? Speak clearly first."
The maid said, "I heard that the Princely Heir of Zhuzhao Country has come."
"Oh, what's it got to do with me?" Miss Duan raised her eyebrows.
