Yellow Sheri crossed one arm over her chest, holding her chin: "I never thought the famous Jiang Qingyang would be such a pessimistic person."

"Perhaps I’m not really pessimistic." Jiang Wang chuckled, "Everyone loses occasionally."

Yellow Sheri pondered for a moment, then added, "By the way, without your permission, I recorded your battle with Zhongli Yan. You can name a price, and I’ll buy the recording rights. Or perhaps..."

She took out an Imprint Stone and waved it in front of Jiang Wang: "Take it."

This uniquely styled beauty from Jingguo seriously added, "I promise there’s only this one."

She was such a brilliant person.

When she spoke seriously, it was really hard to avert your eyes from her beautiful eyes.

"You can keep it." Jiang Wang said casually, "If you have any thoughts on the battle, feel free to discuss it with me anytime."

"Great!" Yellow Sheri beamed, "I’ll come to find you tonight to chat."

"... I need to meditate tonight, how about tomorrow morning?"

"That’s fine too." Yellow Sheri’s smile remained, "The morning with Chaolu’s light is perfect for meeting you."

Jiang Wang made his exit.

...

...

As they left the Gray Wolf Fighting Arena with Qiao Lin and others, two young women hurriedly caught up soon after.

Qiao Lin instantly stood in front of them, raising his sword, "Don’t be reckless; this is Marquis Wu’an of Daqi! Who are you?"

The sky was azure and the clouds relaxed.

Standing there, the two charming young girls, full of vibrant youthfulness, were a sight to behold.

The young girl in the front showed no fear, stood on tiptoe, twisted her head, and called out to Jiang Wang from around Qiao Lin’s obstruction, "I am Xiao Zhenyi from the Hu E Lian Division, requesting a meeting with Marquis Wu’an!"

Jiang Wang glanced at her, not recognizing her, but he did recognize Wu Yan Lanzhu standing next to her.

They had debated before! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

So he gestured to Qiao Lin to step aside, and said with a gentle smile, "Young lady, why do you seek me?"

The prairie girl named Xiao Zhenyi, who was bold and brave when trying to break through Qiao Lin’s impediment, suddenly blushed deeply as Jiang Wang’s question caught her off guard, the flush spreading to her ears.

Her hands tightly clasping a scented sachet, she stammered for quite a while, then closed her eyes and extended her hand, "Please, you must accept this!"

Jiang Wang accepted it with both hands, "Thank you, young lady. There have been a lot of mosquitoes lately, hanging it in my room could be very handy."

Xiao Zhenyi was in a daze, unsure if she was in a cloud or fog, subconsciously preparing to leave.

Compared to her dear friend, Wu Yan Lanzhu was evidently much bolder, staring intently at Jiang Wang, even reaching out to cover the top half of Jiang Wang’s face, trying to verify the memory of the person in front of her with his jawline.

Xiao Zhenyi startled, hurriedly pulled her back, "Don’t be rude!"

Jiang Wang just smiled gently and left with his people.

"Oh dear, what are you doing, how dare you touch him!?"

Xiao Zhenyi, still shaken, had all her romantic notions scared away.

She was born into the Hu E Lian Division, the clan leader’s legitimate daughter. On the prairie, she could be considered nobility, having encountered many capricious big figures.

This time, impassioned by watching the duel, she mustered the courage to deliver a scented sachet, never daring to make any offensive move.

Never could she have imagined Wu Yan Lanzhu, this girl lost in spirit, would dare to touch the face of Marquis Wu’an of Qi Country. Did she think he was the charismatic man on a spring cart?

Nervously clutching her good friend’s hand, unable to relax, she kept complaining, "What were you thinking, so silly? Luckily, Marquis Wu’an has a good temperament and doesn’t hold it against you; otherwise, if he got angry, it wouldn’t be just you in trouble; even the Tu Family couldn’t protect you."

"He’s really a good person," Wu Yan Lanzhu said.

She suddenly fell silent.

She forgot which book it was that said, "Some people are destined to be only a fleeting glimpse."

She didn’t remember the sentence before, nor the one after.

Yet this one line, she somehow remembered.

And in this moment, she suddenly understood.

"No matter how mild-mannered he is doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll be lenient with you, plus he’s a marquis who fought his way through battles; how do you know he won’t just casually wield his sword..."

Xiao Zhenyi kept chattering on.

Wu Yan Lanzhu looked up at the sky, blue and pristine, stretching infinitely. The cloud that resembled a steed had already scattered.

...

...

On the way back to the Minhe Temple Chu diplomatic office, Zhongli Yan felt that all the pedestrians’ gazes were off. They carried a hint of disdain, a touch of ridicule, some indifference, and a dash of sympathy.

As for why it added up to more than ten tenths, that’s because there were not just pedestrians, but also dogs on the road.

"What are you looking at!" Zhongli Yan raised his hand for a slap, turning a curious sheepdog on the spot, whimpering as it tucked its tail and fled.

"Is he Zhongli Yan?" someone whispered by the roadside.

"Isn’t he the one who dueled with the Marquis of Qi Country? Look at this unlucky guy, must’ve lost, right?"

"How could he win? Not seeing who Jiang Wang is!"

"Lost and still so arrogant?"

"Shh, don’t say it loudly, this person is really petty. Didn’t you see even the dog got a beating?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, what kind of person is this!"

The scattered murmurs were transmitted one wave after another into the ear.

Zhongli Yan was furious.

Slander, this is outright slander! How could I, Zhongli Yan, be a petty person? If this were in Chuguo, I’d have them all exiled!

But after all, this isn’t Chuguo.