You are asked to marry in place of the tyrant, and you allow the tyrant to send you to marry?

When all the civil and military officials in the court heard the young man in white's rude remarks, they immediately lost their composure and began to whisper to each other.

Du Qingwan glanced at the noisy scene and couldn't help but sneer. She said calmly:

"Your Majesty, let me take over this situation!

Prince Wanyan, you'd better not forget the promise you just made to me.

Otherwise, it may not be Daye that is massacred!"

The young man in white originally thought that Du Qingwan had already won two games and she would definitely lose the third round without a fight.

In this way, all bets placed in the previous two rounds will be void.

To put it another way, even if Loulan lost the first two games, it could still turn the situation around in the third game and gain a good reputation for the rest of its life.

Little did they know that Du Qingwan insisted on continuing the competition.

And he looked confident.

The young man in white felt a little funny for a moment, and secretly mocked Du Qingwan for overestimating her own abilities.

"Let's wait and see! One stick of incense time, let's start!"

The young man in white glared at Du Qingwan fiercely and said unhappily, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing an ambiguous sense of pride.

Then, he quickly picked up his brush and began to paint seriously.

The young man in white has traveled around the world with Loulan Prince Wanyan Hongze since he was young. He has been to almost every place in Daye.

In his subconscious, the map of Daye's country and people was as easy to draw as a simple map, and he did not feel any pressure at all.

His writing speed gradually increased, and the outline of the picture of the country and the people on the paper began to take shape. He only needed to make some minor revisions before he could submit the manuscript.

The court officials wandered back and forth between Du Qingwan and the young man in white, each looking more anxious than the other.

What they were most worried about was that Daye would lose to Loulan.

After all, not only would it be a loss of face, but Daye would also have to cede land to Loulan and send Princess Yunluo to marry.

The most important thing is that Daye must submit to a small and insignificant country like Loulan.

"Oh my god! Is he a painter? In just half an incense stick of time, he has already finished painting the landscape of Daye..."

Although Zhao Zilei, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, did not know how to appreciate paintings, he could not help but exclaim in amazement when he saw the lifelike painting of Daye Altar on the desk of the young man in white.

With that ecstatic look on his face, people who didn't know him would really misunderstand him and think he was in cahoots with the Loulan people!

"That's right! It seems that Prince Loulan is really good at this. Du Qingwan is dead now! Alas..."

As soon as Zhao Zilei finished speaking, Zhong Shanzhu also started to talk rudely, having already forgotten which side he should stand on.

This is obviously to boost others' ambitions and destroy one's own prestige. It is like being a traitor and betraying one's own people.

The funniest thing was that Zhao Zilei and Zhong Shanzhu praised the young man in white, but Zhang Xingguo, the Prime Minister of Daye, joined in the fun without knowing what was good for him:

"Then don't we completely lose the competition now?

This... Where can we, Daye, put our dignity? "

After hearing what Zhang Xingguo said, Zhu Yunhao's face turned as black as charcoal and he almost flew into a rage.

He couldn't help but stand up suddenly, walked quickly to Du Qingwan, and lowered his eyes to examine the drawing paper on her desk.

"I don't think so! The Queen's painting seems to be almost finished, and her painting is even more detailed than the Prince of Loulan's.

But, I don’t know if what she painted was the picture of the country and society of Loulan…”

Having said this, Zhu Yunhao stopped talking and didn't have the courage to continue.

Originally, he wanted to praise Du Qingwan to rekindle Daye's confidence.

Who would have thought that too much talk would lead to mistakes.

He himself began to question Du Qingwan's paintings.

Upon hearing this, all the civil and military officials dared not say a word for a moment.

They exchanged glances with each other, returned to their seats, and waited for the result of the competition in fear and trepidation.

[These cowardly old guys, who don't have the ability to fight, are actually encouraging their opponents!]

Du Qingwan quickly worked on polishing it while secretly mocking herself in her heart, and suddenly she felt a kind of anger that hated her opponent so much.

She changed a paintbrush and sped up the retouching process. Her expression inexplicably became solemn, and she looked more like she was feeling aggrieved.

[I seriously don’t believe that I would lose to that frivolous Loulan prince!]

[Why don’t you go out and ask around? When did I, Du Qingwan, not get full marks in my geography exams?]

[In history, every dynasty, any country that can be named, their geographical outlines, including how many large and small rivers there are, how many mountains, plains, deserts there are, and even as small as the distribution of a jurisdiction, is it something that I, Du Qingwan, cannot draw?]

Du Qingwan is very confident about this.

You know, although Du Qingwan studied medicine, she has been very interested in the geography of various dynasties and countries since elementary school.

Therefore, she knew everything about the geographical distribution, topography, number of cities, and counties under its jurisdiction of the ancient Kingdom of Loulan during the Daye Dynasty.

[Loulan bastards, I will make you admit defeat today, and it’s best if you kneel down and beg for mercy!]

Having muttered this, Du Qingwan stopped painting.

She picked up the drawing paper and examined it carefully, confirming again whether there was anything that needed to be modified, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

When the young man in white heard everyone praising him, he became more confident and couldn't help but be delighted.

The speed of writing is even more amazing.

Judging from the opponent's exaggerated reaction, the answer to this round of competition is already very clear---

Loulan will definitely win.

I have to say that Du Qingwan's ability to withstand pressure is quite strong.

She was not affected by the outside world at all and continued to polish the drawing paper calmly and confidently.

Time passed by little by little, and soon the time of one stick of incense would be up.

"One stick of incense is up! Prince Loulan and Queen Daye, please hand in your manuscripts together!"

Eunuch Liu, who had been silent for most of the day, finally came in handy and reminded the servants to collect the manuscript and present it to Zhu Yunhao on time.

The young man in white was very confident in his painting. He handed the drawing paper to a young eunuch without hesitation, with a look of self-righteous pride on his face.

Du Qingwan did the same. She pursed her lips in disdain, gently picked up the teacup, and drank the tea elegantly and calmly.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! I didn't expect that Prince Wanyan is so familiar with the country of Daye!

I'm afraid that even I, the Emperor of Daye, don't know it as well as Prince Wanyan does!

In my opinion, Prince Loulan must have won this competition!"

As expected, after seeing the painting of the young man in white, Zhu Yunhao couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Upon hearing this, the court officials of Daye, led by Zhang Xingguo, quickly followed suit as if they were afraid of missing out on an opportunity to eat something.

"It's just as I expected! Loulan not only has many extraordinary people, but even the prince is so experienced!

Such exquisite and lifelike paintings would never have been created if I had not traveled all over the country. "

Zhang Xingguo quickly stood up and highly praised the young man in white, with an expression as if he was trying to please Loulan.