Upon returning to the Prince Su's residence, Rong Qingqing was somewhat surprised to hear the lively sounds coming from inside.

What happened?

Are there many guests?

"What's going on inside?" she asked the servant beside her.

The servant laughed and said, "It's His Highness the Crown Prince arm wrestling with the Prince."

Rong Qingqing was taken aback, then quickened her pace and went inside.

In the courtyard, Xie Jingrun and Xiao Zhen sat facing each other at a stone table, arm wrestling. Several court officials, Xiao Zhen's personal guards, and Chang Lin and others stood around them.

Everyone was speaking loudly, cheering for the two.

Seeing that there were other people around, Rong Qingqing slowed down her pace and walked over.

At the stone table, Xie Jingrun and Xiao Zhen sat upright and looked very relaxed. Only the veins on their foreheads betrayed their secret rivalry.

One appears to be a pampered prince, while the other is a seasoned and valiant general. By any measure, the latter should be the winner.

As the cheers from the surroundings grew louder and louder, suddenly there was a "snap" and everything went silent.

Everyone looked closely and saw Xie Jingrun placing Xiao Zhen's hand on the stone table.

Xiao Zhen himself was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening and laughed heartily, "Truly, the younger generation is formidable! This humble subject can no longer deny that I'm getting old!"

Xie Jingrun smiled faintly, "Your Highness is too kind!" As he spoke, he looked up and saw Rong Qingqing standing outside the crowd.

When Rong Qingqing saw him looking at her, she had no choice but to step forward and bow to him, saying, "This humble woman greets Your Highness."

Xie Jingrun paused for a moment before saying, "No need for formalities!"

Rong Qingqing straightened up.

"Qingqing, you're back!" Xiao Zhen exclaimed happily.

“Yes, Father.” Rong Qingqing walked to his side.

"How is your grandmother's health?" Xiao Zhen asked.

“Grandmother is in very good health,” Rong Qingqing replied.

"That's good." Xiao Zhen nodded.

At this moment, Guo Ziyi walked over, smiling at Rong Qingqing, "Did the princess go to pay her respects to Old Madam Rong?"

"Yes." Rong Qingqing remembered him; he was the Lord Guo she had met at the palace banquet last night. "Happy New Year, Lord."

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year." Guo Ziyi stroked his beard, his face beaming. "Luolin, come and greet the princess."

Guo Luolin, who was standing nearby, immediately stepped forward and said, "Happy New Year, Princess."

"Happy New Year." Rong Qingqing's gaze fell on him, and she nodded to him.

Upon seeing this, Guo Luolin appeared somewhat shy and reserved, a faint blush rising on his handsome face.

Xie Jingrun narrowed his eyes, looking at the Guo father and son, and suddenly felt very displeased.

"Guo Luolin, let's arm wrestle," he suddenly said.

Guo Luolin stared at him in astonishment, "I..."

"What, you don't dare?" Xie Jingrun stared at him intently.

Guo Ziyi laughed and said, "Luo Lin, since His Highness thinks highly of you, why don't you go and have some fun with him? It doesn't matter if you lose."

Guo Luolin frowned slightly, and had no choice but to step forward as instructed, bowing to Xie Jingrun, "I hope Your Highness will show mercy."

"Enough with the nonsense, have a seat." Xie Jingrun's brows furrowed slightly with impatience.

Guo Luolin dared not be negligent and had no choice but to sit down opposite him.

"You're allowed to use both hands," Xie Jingrun glanced at him and said calmly.

Guo Luolin sensed the other party's hostility and was a little confused. They were fine just now, so what had he done to offend him?

"No need." He seemed respectful, but his tone carried a hint of insistence.

We're all the same age. If he used both hands, even if he won by a narrow margin, it wouldn't be honorable.