The Sword Control Technique prodigy, Second Prince Ying Xin, was brutally defeated.
When the news reached the Imperial Court, no one was happier than Ying Tian; he spread the news far and wide, afterward slacking off in Swordsmanship Class with even more peace of mind.
He had always said that the Sword Control Technique was useless, yet everyone in the court over-idolized it, treating it like it was something extraordinary.
Of course, rejoicing in another's misfortune wouldn't affect Ying Tian's feelings towards his elder brother. What truly irked him were the old relics in the Swordsmanship Class, who never missed an opportunity to use the Second Prince as a benchmark to suppress the others. Perhaps in the old man's eyes, even the Second Prince's fart smelled fragrant; he was nothing but the ultimate brown-noser.
"The Elder Princess must have definitely used some underhanded tactics! It doesn't count, it certainly doesn't count!"
