Shen Jiao didn't want to discuss the issue of whether or not to sleep in the outhouse with Ji Yan; what she cared about was, "Can I refuse?"

Ji Yan thought for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. He didn't remember any of these useless, frivolous rules; after all, he was the boss, and the rules were just things he made up for fun when he was bored. But he was bored right now, so he decided—

"Can't."

Shen Jiao's expression froze.

“Young lady, it’s not that His Majesty is targeting you, it’s just that it’s really not allowed. The rules for this year’s internal competition are that after a person wins ten consecutive matches, they can choose any opponent on the field as their opponent, and the reward given to the winner cannot be refused by the other person.”

Wang Fu knew His Majesty's nature well and dared not express his true thoughts. He could only say some nice things to embellish the situation so as not to be blamed by Shen Jiao.

Who the hell set this ridiculous rule? Shen Jiao was shocked for sixteen years. Since that's the case, she was determined to stick to it.

She said, "There's such a rule? What if the person chosen is unwell? For example, what if he has a terminal illness and won't live more than three seconds, or what if he has back pain, leg pain, stomach pain, and vomits blood and dies if he moves?"

In this situation, I suggest you buy land and hold the banquet as soon as possible. Wang Fu's lips twitched. "Don't worry, young lady, generally speaking, this situation will not happen."

Shen Jiao insisted, "What if something unexpected happens? No one can guarantee anything, Eunuch Wang. You must take responsibility."

Wang Fu felt that he seemed to have two or three more white hairs, and began to regret his loose tongue. The Emperor's burden was too heavy for him to bear.

He glanced at Ji Yan, whose expression was unreadable, and said with a forced smile, "If that's the case, we'll handle it accordingly, and the other party can voluntarily admit defeat."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jiao collapsed onto the luxurious cushions with a "plop," sobbing uncontrollably. Clutching her stomach, she curled into a small ball, gasping for breath, "Ah, I...I can't take it anymore...My back hurts...my legs hurt...my butt hurts, oh no...it's my stomach that hurts..."

Ji Yan: "..." Her acting skills always falter from time to time.

Wang Fu closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight: "..." He couldn't be disgusted, he couldn't be disgusted, these were the pigs he raised.

Ignoring everything else, Shen Jiao dutifully coughed twice, on the verge of death, "Eunuch Wang, I... I'm about to vomit blood... I'll die from vomiting blood...! Tell him quickly, I surrender! I surrender!"

Wang Fu: "..." Girl, it's really difficult for me to deal with your passing with such a rosy complexion.

Ji Yan leaned back in her chair and said lazily, "Wang Fu, go and get a basin first."

Shen Jiao had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next moment, the tyrant's voice was eerie, "Jiaojiao, if you don't vomit three pounds of blood, I'll cut your throat and drain your blood to make braised blood curd with wine."

No way, bro! Damn it, Ji Yan, you heartless bastard.

Not wanting to add food to the tyrant's diet, Shen Jiao leaped up and sprinted towards the competition venue at the speed of an 800-meter dash. Everyone felt a gust of wind blow their hairstyles, which had cost them 9.9 coins, into disarray.

Then, the fiery red figure, like maple leaves, stood in front of Wang Dazhuang.

Shen Jiao straightened her back, as steady as an old dog, narrowed her eyes, and imitated a domineering CEO with a wicked smile, "So it's you. Let's have a fight."

...

To be honest, everyone had imagined countless times what it would be like for Shen Jiao to admit defeat, but no one expected that she would actually accept the challenge, and even seem so... impatient?

She wore a long, alluring dress, with golden roses cascading down her back, growing ever more abundant and magnificent. As the wind rose, her black hair swayed behind her dress, as if ethereal mist and smoke were rising from behind her, making her seem both fairy and demon, beyond compare.

Many young men blushed with embarrassment.

No wonder His Majesty is so fond of her. If they were lucky enough to have such a beautiful woman, they would give her their whole heart and soul, and even their long-trained underwear would be given to her.

However, women are much thinner than men, and their wrists are so delicate that they could break at the slightest touch. When Shen Jiao stands next to the sturdy and robust Wang Dazhuang, it's like a fragile bean sprout being crushed by an unyielding giant tree.

"What should I do? I think I've betrayed her. Miss Shen is so beautiful. I'm suddenly so worried about her."

"What's the use of being pretty? Can being pretty put food on the table? Can you guys stop being so shallow? And if you can't beat someone, why don't you just admit defeat? Why do you have to come up here to gain sympathy, making it seem like Brother Dazhuang is forcing her?"

"Exactly, I've seen plenty of these attention-seeking women in Xinghua Village, and I don't like any of them."

"It's over. This guy isn't very bright either. He insisted on showing off and came here. Wang Dazhuang doesn't know his own strength. He's probably going to get a beating. Is His Majesty really willing to do that?"

"She's just trying to save face, that's why she's suffering. She must think that if she admits defeat, everyone will see her true colors, so she came up here to prove herself. I just saw it. His Majesty advised her that admitting defeat wasn't shameful, but she refused to admit it and threw a tantrum on the ground, insisting on getting down."

"Did you hear that?"

"Ha, I'm an expert in lip reading."

"You're amazing, I admire you. It's just a pity for His Majesty, his good intentions were wasted."

"Have you noticed that Miss Shen's mouth seems a little uncomfortable? Her smile is so strange."

Shen Jiao remained silent: You know nothing, this is class.

Zhou Hu was also anxious. His initial purpose in the internal competition was indeed to teach Shen Jiao a small lesson, but he only wanted to make her back down. He never expected that she would actually stand on the competition stage.

Where did she get the guts?

Where does she get her backbone?

Zhou Hu was so angry he almost laughed.

"Chen Bao, Miss Shen should listen to you, right? You should hurry up and persuade her to admit defeat. If something really happens to her, His Majesty might have to erect a monument for me."

Chen Bao sneered, "Erect a monument? You think you can be buried in peace? Dream on! Besides, this is something you started, what does it have to do with me? A bunch of us grown men bullied a little girl, why should she admit defeat? Just because we have more legs?"

Zhou Hu's expression stiffened, and he finally sighed: "Now is not the time to save face. Although the competition cannot result in death, there will inevitably be bumps and bruises. Aren't you very worried about Miss Chen? Why don't you go and call her down?"

Chen Bao: "No, you're too busy fussing over girls. You should worry about your precious soldier instead."

"Why should I worry about Wang Dazhuang? You're crazy, Chen Bao, you really are crazy. Fine, if you won't go, then I will. Sure enough, I misjudged you."

Zhou Hu had a terrible headache. He glared at Chen Bao with a look of utter desolation, then angrily turned and left.

Chen Bao handed the bowl to a passing guard and took out his savings that he had accumulated over several months. "Good brother, ask Eunuch Wang if he still has strawberry shaved ice."

...

On the competition field.

Wang Dazhuang stood with his hands on his hips, chin held high, enjoying the surprised and envious glances from all around him. As for the unpleasant comments, he had already filtered them all out.

After all, he is now a master with a ten-game winning streak. All the unpleasant comments from others are out of jealousy. A master should act like a master, so he doesn't care.

What he cared about was how to deal with Shen Jiao, this arrogant and ignorant woman.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "To be fair, I'll give you three moves."