One of the guards stepped forward and said to Zhu Yunwen:

“Your Highness, we are all rough men, and we don’t know how to hold back when we fight. If we hurt this girl, it would be bad.”

Another top-tier imperial guard also spoke up:

"Once I strike, I can't control my strength. I could kill three girls like that with one punch. Your Highness, you mustn't make such a joke."

Seeing the simple and honest appearance of these imperial guards, Zhu Yunwen couldn't help but smile and said:

"Don't underestimate her. She's quite a martial arts master. One of you, come forward and have a one-on-one duel with her. Let me see if there's a difference in your strength, and how big that difference is."

The guards looked at each other, clearly not wanting to step in and get a reputation for bullying a woman.

Zhao Qingzhu snorted, then spoke:

"A bunch of grown men, how dare you look down on me? Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

So she reached out and pointed to a palace guard, saying:

"Come out here. You're in slightly better shape, so you should be able to take one of my punches."

Upon hearing this, the burly imperial guard who had been named immediately turned pale.

He never expected this girl to actually ask him to come up; she was really looking down on him.

The imperial guards around them were left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry at Zhao Qingzhu's words.

Seeing them laugh, Zhao Qingzhu felt they were looking down on her and said somewhat angrily:

What are you laughing at?

One of the guards quickly stopped smiling and said:

"Excuse me, miss, we're professionally trained. Theoretically, no matter how funny it is, we shouldn't laugh. But today... I just couldn't help it... Pfft, hahaha..."

This angered Zhao Qingzhu. She considered herself a rare martial arts master, and few in the world could rival her. Therefore, being looked down upon and ridiculed by these imperial guards was something she could not tolerate.

She angrily stepped forward and pointed at the burly imperial guard, saying:

"Hurry up and make your move, I'll show them what this old lady is all about."

The burly imperial guard, clearly embarrassed, shook his head and said:

“You’re a girl, I can’t really make a move on you, or my colleagues will laugh at me.”

How about this, if you really want to play, just punch me. As long as I feel even a little pain, then you're considered strong, okay?

This is clearly an excessive amount of water being released.

Zhao Qingzhu disagreed upon hearing this, shaking her head and saying:

"Stop talking nonsense. I can send you flying with one punch. You'll definitely feel the pain. Let's attack at the same time and have a real spar. That would be more practical."

However, even the burly imperial guard couldn't help but laugh and said:

"With my build, you think you can send me flying with one punch? Let me give you a heads-up, I weigh around 170 or 180 pounds."

With your small frame and delicate fists, it's a miracle you even managed to hurt me, let alone send me flying.

"Young lady, even if you were brought by His Highness the Crown Prince, you don't need to boast like this!"

Zhao Qingzhu was truly angry. She clenched her fists and said to the burly imperial guard:

"You're underestimating me. Are you sure I'd want to punch you first?"

The burly imperial guard nodded and said:

"I'm sure, so feel free to hit me. I'll stand here and not move. If you have the strength to make me hurt, then I'll consider you powerful."

Zhao Qingzhu stepped forward, clenching her small fists, and said:

"You'd better think this through. The power of my punch over the past ten years is no joke."

"Hahahaha, this fat body of mine, built up over thirty years ago, isn't just for show. Go ahead and hit me with your little fists, hit me with all your might. With so many brothers watching here today, if I utter a sound, then I'm no match for you."

Zhao Qingzhu nodded and said, "Okay, you said it yourself."

As she spoke, she flexed her small fists.

To be honest, Zhao Qingzhu has delicate skin and tender flesh, so her fists don't seem to have much strength.

She was petite and somewhat cute, and standing in front of that burly imperial guard, the disparity in strength was obvious.

But Zhao Qingzhu was very confident, clenching her fist and saying to the powerful expert:

"I really hit you, now you can still regret it."

These words made the burly imperial guard laugh again, and then he said:

"Hit me, hit me as hard as you want, use all your strength, I want to see if your little fists can make me feel any pain."

Zhao Qingzhu stopped talking, clenched her fist and stepped forward, then casually threw a punch.

To everyone else, this punch seemed unremarkable.

But at the very moment the punch was thrown, there was a faint whooshing sound of wind.

The next moment, the fist landed on the chest of the burly, smiling imperial guard.

The imperial guard was still smiling and about to say something, but his expression changed the next moment.

The flesh on his chest seemed to ripple rapidly. Then, with tremendous force, the burly imperial guard was instantly sent flying.

The imperial guard flew four or five meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

He immediately clutched his chest and screamed in pain.

At the same time, he hurriedly sat up and looked at Zhao Qingzhu with an incredulous expression.

Zhao Qingzhu seemed completely unaffected, flexing her small fists before looking smugly at the burly, powerful man and saying:

"How was it? Did that punch hurt?"

The imperial guard grinned and said:

"It hurts...it hurts...my whole body...it hurts...are you really a petite girl?"