In the past, after the competition, he would shout, "His Royal Highness wins." Now he could only whisper, "Young Master Song wins."
But no matter how soft the voice was, everyone present could hear it clearly.
The prince's face turned pale, "Come again."
Song Hongshen simply said "OK" and followed the Crown Prince in drawing his bow and shooting an arrow. His movements were smooth and swift, and he displayed an air of dominance.
Even Su Shunci, a complete novice in this area, stared at Song Hongshen in amazement. Standing side by side with the Crown Prince, this illegitimate young master of the Song family was surprisingly no less impressive. The emotions that occasionally flickered in his eyes even gave him an air of dominance that surpassed the Crown Prince's.
Thinking of this, she shook her head again. She must have seen it wrong. How could a young master born out of wedlock from a marquisate have the aura of a king?
The two fought three matches in a row, and the prince lost to Song Hongshen every time.
The prince was not a very open-minded person, so his expression became even uglier after his defeat. Everyone was trembling with fear, not daring to speak up.
Seeing this, Su Xiangling wanted to show her difference in the prince's heart.
He stepped forward and advised: "Your Highness, please take a rest and have some tea first."
He also handed over the tea in his hand.
Song Wanwan sneered and threw a stone in her hand, hitting Su Xiangling's wrist.
Su Xiangling felt a pain in her hand, and the teacup slipped out of her hand, spilling the tea. Startled, she leaned forward to grab the cup.
Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to catch the teacup, but he also fell to the ground.
Without waiting for others to react, Song Wanwan stepped forward to support Su Xiangling.
"Miss Su, are you okay?"
"Ouch, your face is dirty, let me wipe it for you."
As he spoke, he wiped Su Xiangling's face with the wet cotton handkerchief in his hand.
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