Ruoyu was indignant; the more arrows Yi Chenli hit, the more swollen her face became.

After all, the person who just boasted that Yi Chenli couldn't even hit a target 10 meters away was herself.

In fact, it wasn't just 10 meters; the Sixth Prince could shoot 100 meters, which was much more impressive than many others who were considered promising.

Ruoyu, still indignant, said, "What's there to be so surprised about? So what if the Sixth Prince is handsome? He's crippled, don't forget that."

"So what if you're disabled? Being able to perform exceptionally well despite your physical condition is what's truly impressive." A girl rested her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling with hearts.

It must be said, the Sixth Prince's archery posture was truly incredibly cool.

The bow-drawing and arrow-shooting were fluid and graceful, the movements elegant yet the shots accurate.

Girls are the most unreasonable people in the world. One second they can be disgusted with the Sixth Prince, but the next second they can suddenly change their minds and overturn all their previous conclusions.

Yi Chenli gained many more supporters after the archery competition, and the girls' opinions of him changed considerably.

Because of her words, Ruoyu was attacked by many girls.

"Ruoyu, you are too cruel. You keep bringing up the Sixth Prince's leg ailment, which is clearly malicious."

"It's not just that she has bad intentions; she'd be happy if the Sixth Prince were to suffer."

“Even if the Sixth Prince has a leg injury, he is still a prince, and he is not someone that Ruoyu, the daughter of a sixth-rank physician, can aspire to.

"......"

Ruoyu was isolated by everyone. Her father did not hold a high official position, so she would not have had the opportunity to come to the stands to watch the game. It was only because of her relationship with An Piao'er that she had the opportunity to come.

Nowadays, when people mention her father's identity, they don't give her any face at all.

Ruoyu couldn't speak and was ushered to a corner by everyone.

An Piao'er glanced at Ruoyu indifferently, without saying a word in her defense.

An Piao'er was very good at weighing the pros and cons; she had no need to offend everyone for Ruoyu's sake. She shook her head: This Ruoyu is useless; it seems there's no need to associate with her anymore.

Ruoyu hid in a corner, sobbing softly.

An Yuan'er glanced at her, without a trace of sympathy.

From childhood, Ruoyu followed An Piao'er around, constantly hurling insults and harsh words at Yi Chenli. Verbal violence is far more painful than physical harm, and Ruoyu is now reaping what she sowed; she has no one to blame but herself.

An Yuan'er wasn't surprised at all by the change in everyone's opinion of Yi Chenli today.

She had been Yi Chenli's study companion for so many years, and Yi Chenli was outstanding in both literature and strategy. Originally, he simply disdained to show off in front of others, but later, everyone would realize that judging a person's worth based on their physical disability was the most foolish thing to do.

The "tyrant" is finally slowly baring his fangs, gradually taking back everything he once lost.

There's only one arrow left.

Only An Huishou and Yi Chenli remained on the field.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the field, and the change in weather made the final arrow even more difficult.

Lin Moran shouted, "An Huishou, you can do it. Wait until you shoot all ten arrows."

Lin Moran remained steadfast in her support of her brother.

She suddenly grabbed An Yuan'er and said, "Yuan'er, let's cheer for your brother together. He will definitely be the first in the second group."

An Yuan'er echoed, "Brother, keep it up!"

As soon as she shouted, An Yuan'er felt a cold gaze from Yi Chenli beside her.

A chill ran down her spine.