The Emperor, with a satisfied smile, raised his tea cup and took a sip.
Mo Shu found it amusing and said, "Father, the contest hasn't started yet."
The Emperor waved his hand boldly and said, "Regardless of the contest, it's clear your guard is bound to lose."
"Why?" Mo Shu asked.
The Emperor replied confidently, "Is there even a need to ask why? Who is Xuanyuan Yichuan? How could he possibly lose to a mere guard?"
Mo Shu shook her head, "Father, you're mistaken. Although my guard is often by my side, his skills are not ordinary."
