The Eighth Prince noticed that Yitu was looking at Zhao Yao with hostility, and couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
"You..."
Zhao Yao interrupted the Eighth Prince and, reassuringly, smiled at him: "Eighth Brother, it's okay. Even if I lose, it's not shameful; after all, I'm just a kid, and that Yitu is an adult." At this point, his smile turned mischievous, "No matter if Yitu wins against me or loses to me, it doesn't look good for him."
Hearing Zhao Yao say this, the Eighth Prince understood Zhao Yao's intentions.
"You really are..."
"A little genius." Zhao Yao said with a grin to the Eighth Prince, "Eighth Brother, am I smart?"
The Eighth Prince smiled helplessly and indulgently, "Very smart."
"Eighth Brother, in archery, I'm sure I can beat that Yitu." Although they had only competed once, Zhao Yao could see Yitu's level, "If it's wrestling, I definitely can't beat him."
