"Gongshu Cuo of Prince Yan's Mansion, here to challenge your Mansion Official, Yang Mo."
"Zhu Ye of Prince Shu's Mansion, here to challenge your Mansion Official, Zhu Li."
"I am…"
Zhao Ci's head was buzzing. 'They're really just ganging up on the weak, aren't they?'
He knew from the stone stele outside that his three officials were fully booked with matches for the day.
He gave a soft little cough, a smile on his face. "When it comes to taking advantage of a weakness, you all really know your stuff! You knew the three Mansion Officials of our Tenth Prince's Mansion were weakened, so you all swarmed over here. If this were a battlefield, you'd all be master strategists."
At his words, everyone looked a little awkward.
Someone immediately retorted, "Your Highness! You can't say that, we…"
Zhao Ci shot back, "Oh? Are the challenge steles at your mansions as packed as the one for our Tenth Prince's Mansion?"
Everyone: "…"
