Wang Jiyang sat beside him, with writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk.
Xiao Guozi took out a hunchback, banged it a few times, said a few words, and then announced the start of the competition.
Zhao Shu watched listlessly. To be honest, it wasn't interesting at all. The exciting fight scenes on TV were all fake. Today, she finally understood why there was such a thing as "fancy fists and embroidered legs."
The people in the ring don't have complicated moves or elegant somersaults; they only have simple, unadorned moves that can be deadly.
Mochin wasn't the most skilled or agile, but he was incredibly experienced, as if he had been through thousands of matches. He always managed to cleverly evade his opponent's attacks, thus achieving his goal of defeating them.
After observing for a day, Zhao Shu already had a good idea of what was going on.
Besides him, the other soldiers whose names were called first by Xiao Guozi were also highly skilled, all of whom were selected by the Weiting Division to serve as centurions.
However, there are only a little over a hundred people now, so naturally no one can become a centurion. But this problem was thought of from the beginning, and there is a solution.
When Uncle Fu brought the roster over, it was already evening. Zhao Shu glanced at it and, finding it largely in line with her expectations, handed it over to Wang Jiyang.
Wang Jiyang announced the results of the competition and the appointment of the commander of the garrison.
"First place, Mo Qin, Commander of the Imperial Guards." The audience was quiet. Those who were quite skilled but had lost to Mo Qin were very unwilling, but they dared not say anything.
Mo Qin stepped out from the crowd, knelt respectfully on the ground, first kowtowed towards the direction of the palace, then kowtowed towards the main courtyard of Prince Yong's mansion, and finally kowtowed to Zhao Shu.
"Your subordinate swears to serve Your Highness and Princess to the death!"
Zhao Shu was pleased with his actions and nodded, "Please rise, Lord Mo."
Mochin stood up and stood to one side.
After looking at it, Wang Jiyang continued, "Wang Tieniu, captain of Team A."
"Wu Liang, captain of Team B."
"Zhang Liu, captain of Team C."
"Gao Dan, Captain Ding."
The top eleven were led by Mo Qin, while the rest were organized into teams of A, B, C, and D, with each team consisting of ten people.
The remaining forty people were selected by Xiao Guozi and Xiao Zhuzi.
After all the people were arranged, Wang Jiyang glanced at Zhao Shu behind the curtain. In the dim light, he could see a frail little girl sitting upright inside, her eyes fixed straight ahead, looking extremely serious.
He couldn't help but suspect that all of this was the idea of the seemingly dissolute and absurd Prince Yong. How could a weak little girl come up with so many bold strategies?
Each and every one of these events seemed to have been orchestrated by a powerful official who had spent decades in the imperial court; how could a mere girl possibly have conceived of such a thing?
A few days ago, at Huguo Temple, he had also tested her, and found that Princess Jun was indeed not as stupid as rumored; on the contrary, she had a quick mind.
Most young women would be terrified at the sight of his appearance, but this nine-year-old princess remained calm and spoke clearly.
"You've worked hard, Lord Wang." Zhao Shu stepped out from behind the curtain, holding a booklet about the conscription system and the volunteer system, and handed it to Wang Jiyang.
He had read the booklet before, and upon reading it again, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Shu with deep scrutiny.
Zhao Shu felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "Lord Wang, aren't you going to look?"
"Look, is the princess sure she wants to do this?" he asked again, the last time he had asked Wei Tingsi.
Zhao Shu nodded. "Does Your Excellency think there's a problem?"
Wang Jiyang kept silent, not because he felt there was a problem, but because the problem was huge! After doing this, the other princely mansions would definitely regard the Yong Prince's mansion as an anomaly, and within the imperial clan, the Yong Prince's mansion would certainly be attacked by all sides.
However, he wouldn't remind Zhao Shu that doing so would be of great use to her future plans.
"It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now. I'll announce the regulations tomorrow." Wang Jiyang inexplicably wanted to give Zhao Shu a chance to change her mind.
Even without Prince Yong's mansion as the vanguard, the grand plan can still be fully implemented, it just will require more effort.
Looking at Prince Yong's mansion now, it seems too flimsy, like a small boat on the sea, ready to sink completely at any moment with a big storm.
Zhao Shu nodded, thinking that Wang Jiyang would definitely have to go to the palace again, and said, "Thank you for your trouble, sir. I will go back first. Please make yourself at home."
After saying that, he led his men out of the training ground in a grand procession.
The white jade chessboard has been in the mansion for quite some time now; it's time to return it to Emperor Mingde. Zhao Shu looked at the fiery clouds in the sky, thinking that when she had enough wings, it would be time for her, Zhao Shu, to unleash her thunderous wrath!
We can't rush things now, we can't!
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