The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

As long as he makes Jiang Fan look bad a few more times and lets this kid commit suicide a few more times, then Jiang Fan will have to die the way he wants.

The remaining third prince and fifth prince also had a look of mockery on their faces.

Only the Sixth Prince had a dark look in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking. Compared to the other three princes, he seemed more cunning.

As for the remaining princes, they had different expressions. Some looked confused, some gloated, and some sighed with pity.

Among the concubines, Concubine Ye looked at Jiang Fan coldly, with a strong sense of ridicule and disdain in her eyes.

Concubine Ning glanced at Concubine Ye who was not far away. Her expression was calm. She patted Jiang Xing who was sitting beside her and said softly, "Did you see your starling?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xing nodded, his eyes full of excitement, but also filled with deep worry.

Lady Su, who was standing by, tightly grasped her daughter's hand, almost crying. After the mother and daughter came here, they found out that there was a bet between Jiang Fan and Chu Yan'er today.

Looking at the situation in front of him, if Jiang Fan loses the bet, he will be in trouble. Because Jiang Fan can't afford to lose! In their situation, losing once may be a disaster.

Su Meiren was filled with self-blame. If she had been more useful, her son wouldn't be in so many crises.

"Mother Ning, my brother will definitely win, right?" Jiang Xing held onto Mother Ning's hand tightly and asked earnestly. The little girl also knew that if her brother lost, he would end up in a miserable situation.

"Yes... girl, your brother will definitely win!" Concubine Ning held Jiang Xing's hand and soothed her helplessness and fear.

She turned to look at Jiang Fan at the command desk, and a feeling of kindness inexplicably welled up in her eyes. She admired Jiang Fan's calmness at this moment.

Moreover, the moment she saw Jiang Fan, she felt a sense of intimacy in her heart. This intimacy made her feel that this might be the reincarnation of her son.

"The competition... begins!" Just after everyone arrived, Chu Xinghe glanced at the sky, quickly stood up, and spoke loudly to the martial arts field.

Following his voice, everyone looked towards the martial arts arena expectantly, their eyes fixed on it, not wanting to miss any details.

On the command platforms on both sides, Jiang Fan and Chu Yan'er looked at each other. Chu Yan'er nodded slightly to Jiang Fan and waved a flag in her hand. Suddenly, soldiers emerged from the partition under the high ground where she was.

The rules of this martial arts performance are to eliminate the opponent and finally capture the opponent's main general.

Because this is a martial arts performance, it is impossible to have a life-and-death battle. In order to prevent cheating and the inability to calculate the winner, the rules set are also extremely strict.

The soldiers on Jiang Fan's side wore white robes and held wooden weapons painted white. The soldiers on Chu Yan'er's side wore black robes and held wooden weapons painted black.

If a soldier is hit three times on three vital parts of his body by a painted weapon, leaving three marks, he will be eliminated and must leave the training ground.

In order to be fair, Chu Xinghe transferred another 2,000 people from other military camps to be responsible for guarding, with every two people guarding one soldier.

As long as the soldier is hit and eliminated, someone will shout out the camp and name of this person.

In order to prevent the people below from not being able to hear it, Chu Xinghe specially found a group of 1,000 people to shout the name, ensuring that the sound would be deafening.

The Emperor of Yan was very satisfied with such rules, and all the court officials had nothing to say.

Looking at the nearly one hundred soldiers who appeared from Chu Yan'er's place, everyone showed anticipation on their faces.

They turned their eyes to Jiang Fan, wanting to see how Jiang Fan would respond. At this time, Chu Yan'er did not send out all her troops, and it was obvious that she had her own strategy.

Jiang Fan frowned as he looked at the soldiers from Chu Yan'er's side. With the waving of flags, nearly a hundred soldiers in white robes appeared in front of his command desk.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. They all looked at Jiang Fan in surprise and astonishment, with confusion in their eyes. Emperor Yan was also a little stunned. He looked at Chu Xinghe and Ning Zhen beside him.

These two were great generals of the dynasty, well-deserved military talents, and the pillars of Dayan.

"My dear ministers, what can you see?" Emperor Yan looked at the two of them and asked. He felt that Jiang Fan seemed to be imitating Chu Yan'er.

Chu Xinghe and Ning Zhen raised their eyebrows slightly when they heard this, with a hint of surprise in their eyes. They couldn't understand Jiang Fan's action, but they felt they understood it.

"I think that the Eighth Prince is trying to deal with ever-changing situations by remaining unchanged..." Ning Zhen said quickly.

As soon as he said this, Chu Xinghe couldn't help but curl his lips. This guy was probably the only one who could make imitation sound so fresh and refined.

What is the meaning of "remaining constant in the face of ever-changing situations"? From his point of view, Jiang Fan probably has no strategy or tactics and is just copying his daughter's methods.

Thinking of this, his face darkened. He felt that Jiang Fan was bound to lose this time. He had no strategy or tactics, so he used his daughter's. Isn't this just seeking excitement?

With her daughter's intelligence, Jiang Fan would probably be fooled by her and wouldn't even know how he lost.

Thinking about the mess of things Jiang Fan had been training for during this period, he felt overwhelmed. He thought Jiang Fan was quite capable, but this...

"Your Majesty, I... General Ning is absolutely right. I also think so!"

Although he was very disdainful of Jiang Fan's behavior, he couldn't say anything unpleasant.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yan glanced at Chu Xinghe and frowned, but he was secretly complaining in his heart, "You old man look down on my son, so you look down on my son, why do you talk so falsely?"

Emperor Yan also felt that Jiang Fan might be copying Chu Yan'er's tactics. While he was worried, he still had a hint of expectation. Or maybe this was just his guess.

When the court officials saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. They had thought they would see some wonderful martial arts performance.

But who would have thought that this would be what I saw? Jiang Fan just copied it exactly.

Everyone felt that Jiang Fan was doomed this time, because Chu Yan'er was so famous for her talent.

Several princes breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards Jiang Fan jokingly with deep contempt on their faces. He was imitating Chu Yan'er right at the start of the match. Wasn't he looking for defeat?

Even Chu Yan'er was stunned. She thought Jiang Fan would have some novel methods that would make her feel new, but she didn't expect that what she saw was this!

Sighing in her heart, she waved the battle flag again, and the hundred people rushed towards where Jiang Fan was. Although there were only a hundred people, each of them had extraordinary momentum and murderous intent.

Everyone marched in unison, exuding a powerful aura that made everyone present couldn't help but look at them sideways. They were indeed the most elite soldiers in the Zhenyuan Army.

With just these hundred people, they can feel the power of a strong army. It is estimated that even if Jiang Fan's five hundred people come out together, they will be easily crushed by these hundred people.