Thinking of how such a person had once been infatuated with oneself,
Wen Jin felt utterly disgusted.
He turned his head away, what you don't see is cleansed from your mind.
Then he looked back in the direction of Ye Mingxin, as if washing his eyes.
He and Ye Mingxin mostly discussed poetic scenery and then played chess; he naturally knew her chess skills like the back of his hand.
Almost everyone at the Palace Banquet was paying attention to Ye Mingxin's game with the Prince, except for Shaohua and Qin Xuanyun.
The two of them would occasionally converse in whispers.
"What do you think?" asked Qin Xuanyun in a low voice.
Shaohua, having honed her chess skills across several worlds and acquired a high-level chess skill add-on, had pondered over many endgames. With her keen memory and a powerful brain that always calculated a hundred moves ahead for every move she made, her analysis was swift.
