"Hong Xian, let's battle. If I win, you will have to return the crossbow to me. I have promised someone else that I will return it to him when the time comes. I can't possibly be an untrustworthy, ball-less girl."
Ren Baqian was roasting the meat when he heard a loud voice coming from behind Immediately, his forehead was filled with black lines created by the smoke.
Untrustworthy ball-less girl?
Did your brain get kicked by a donkey?
You must be afraid that you would not die quickly enough.
He turned his head around and looked at the royal carriage at the back. Ren Baqian ultimately felt that the empress would mark him down regardless if he won or lost. He would definitely have to watch out in the future.
Ren Baqian felt that he had to distance himself from Du Changkong so that he could avoid being implicated by him.
