The next moment, Yelu Jingcun stood up suddenly, the chair beneath him fell to the ground with a loud bang, and he threw the embroidered silk on the ground and said, "I admit defeat!"

Seeing Yelu Jingcun embroidering a flower, his face flushed and his neck thick, Murong Xiao chuckled and said, "Prince Yelu, there's still more than half a day left. Why are you admitting defeat?"

"Hmph! My hands are meant for ruling the country, for fighting in battle, not for embroidering! If the Crown Princess is so inclined, please finish embroidering what you are holding!"

Murong Xiao raised an eyebrow and looked at the referee not far away and asked, "Referee, Prince Yelu said he has admitted defeat, but the time is not up yet."

The referee responded, "Since Crown Prince Yelu has conceded defeat, this match is over. In the match between Nanyue and Xiliang, Nanyue wins!"

As cheers rang out from the stands, Murong Xiao let out a long sigh.

Just when Yelu Jingcun was wondering why Murong Xiao had such an expression, the embroidered silk that had been protected in the other party's hands was finally made public for people to see.

When Murong Xiao handed the work to the judge and the judge unfolded the embroidered silk, not only Yelu Jingcun, but even several judges could not help but twitch their eyebrows.

As the deafening laughter came from the field, Yelu Jingcun had a strong feeling that he had been fooled.

If the things he embroidered at the last minute were crooked and looked like they were chewed by a dog, then even a dog would probably not like Murong Xiao's embroidery.

How could this be considered embroidery? Countless colorful threads intertwined across the entire silk, many of which had been tied into knots due to poor needlework.

As for what Murong Xiao was embroidering, only Qian Yeming, who shared a telepathic connection with her, could reveal the answer. In any case, all Yelu Jingcun saw was a tangled mass of threads hanging from the surface.

Only at this moment did he understand why Murong Xiao had been constantly provoking him while embroidering.

"You...you are shameless!"

Yelu Jingcun's face turned red. He felt his blood rising rapidly, and he not only had tinnitus but also headaches.

When Murong Qingyun in the stands heard that Yelu Jingcun dared to call Murong Xiao shameless, he was about to respond, but another voice spoke before he could.

"How can you say that, Prince Yelu! It's clearly your own fault for admitting defeat so early. How can you blame my Crown Princess? If you had a little better mental fortitude, you wouldn't have given up so quickly. This can only be blamed on you, Prince Yelu, for being too impatient, too eager for success, and too unwilling to accept defeat.

Just for this reason, my Crown Princess is far superior to Crown Prince Yelu. In this match, the Crown Princess should have won."

Qian Yeming had just competed with Yelu Jingcun. No matter how the other party ridiculed him, he always had a lukewarm smile on his face. However, when he heard the other party scolding Murong Xiao, the fake smile that he had mastered disappeared in an instant.

The moment he spoke, his aura was so fierce, as if he was the only one in the world who was superior, and anyone who dared to hurt his wife would be dead.

For a moment, not only Yelu Jingcun, but even Murong Qingyu and Murong Qingyun were shocked by the aura that Qian Yeming instantly exuded, and some of them were unable to recover.

This aura seemed innate. This man was born to be the superior, the king.