Mother, I have returned to the throne.

I have suffered so many losses at the hands of Song Yuan before.

Bulma has learned to be smart a long time ago!

He knew very well that Song Yuan seemed simple but was actually cunning.

He is even more cunning than the most cunning jackal on the grassland.

In order to prevent Song Yuan from defaulting on his debt, he took the initiative to sign and seal the agreement this time.

Hearing this, Song Yuan subconsciously touched his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable.

What do you mean?

You think I'm even worse at defaulting on my debts than you barbarians, right?

However, despite this, Song Yuan believes that signing and sealing is indeed necessary.

This time it's a private bet.

Without the support of the court, if no treaty is signed in advance, what will he use to fulfill the bet with the few people under his command?

Since Bulma took the initiative, I can also go along with it.

Thinking of this, Song Yuan took the brush with great confidence and wrote his name in a crooked manner.

Seeing Song Yuan himself, even the high priest couldn't help but frown slightly.

However, since his goal had been achieved, the high priest naturally had no reason to show mercy.

"Someone, light some incense!"

As soon as he gave the order, the people behind him were already fully prepared.

The first thing that happened was a wooden table was brought over, and an incense burner was placed on it.

After the candle went out, a stick of sandalwood emitted a wisp of green smoke.

"Your Highness, now that the bet is done, it's time to start. You better hurry!"

After doing all this, Bulma looked at Song Yuan with a cold expression.

The long sword at his waist had been drawn, and he put two fingers together to wipe the blade lightly.

In his eyes, he had clearly already won.

What approach should be used to kill His Highness the Great Qin?

"court death!"

Seeing Bulma's eyes flashing with fluorescent light, how could Song Yuan not guess his pride?

Old man, you are really a frog in the well.

Today, Your Highness will let you have a good look. This world is so big, how much have you not seen yet?

"Bring me the snow swallow that my father gave me!"

In order to maintain his image, Song Yuan gave a stern order, and the servants behind him immediately handed over the two big white geese that Song Yuan had brought back earlier.

Song Yuan plucked the feathers and trimmed them.

Seeing that Song Yuan spent a lot of time thinking about such things, Bulma couldn't help frowning.

What exactly is this prince up to?

Did he think he was doomed to lose, so he put on a show?

Just as Bulma was puzzled, the incense stick had already burned halfway.

Song Yuan finally took action and walked forward, dipping a feather in ink. This time, the handwriting he wrote was neat and straight, which was a world of difference compared to his previous handwriting that looked like dog crawling!

Such a scene made Bulma marvel at it. Feathers can be used as pens?

I really learned a lot today.

However, no matter how many brilliant ideas Song Yuan has, it cannot change his failed outcome this time!

It's a pity that such a resourceful prince is destined to die at the hands of his own butcher today.

"Come on, fold this paper neatly!"

Song Yuan wrote down his answer on a piece of paper and then turned to hand it to Ye Xuan.

He wrote the same thing on another piece of paper, then folded it and placed it in front of Bulma.

At this moment, the previous Lagen incense was almost burned out.

Song Yuan talked with a smile.

"High Priest, the answer is here now. I'm afraid you barbarians have no moral principles and might change it at will. I've left a backup copy in advance. Do you mind?"

Damn it, you're scolding me in front of me, right?

The high priest frowned slightly, but then he thought, the prince in front of him will soon be a dead man, why should he bother with a dead man?

"Someone come and take the answer!"

Seeing that Song Yuan was being mysterious, the high priest gave an order.

Then, he asked Song Yuan with a smile.

"Before I look at the answer, let me ask you, Your Highness. Do you understand the mystery behind this question?"

Seeing the old dog deliberately showing off in front of him, Song Yuan sneered.

As for your question, it's not even the finale in elementary school mathematics Olympiad.

I am just a college student after all. Do you really think you are the only hero in the world?

"High Priest, have you ever heard of the term 'frog in the well'?"

"There was a frog who stayed at the bottom of a well. The only thing he could see was the area just as big as the well mouth. He thought he was seeing the whole world."

"High Priest, you look a lot like that frog now!"

Song Yuan's face turned serious, and he spoke out his answer directly: "You are smart, but not smart enough. The question you came up with is nothing more than a question with multiple answers. I can even figure out your thoughts, High Priest!"

"It's simply that I can't write down all the answers. Then you'll have a reason to question me with another answer. But there's always a limit to how many there are. Your question itself isn't that difficult. With a wave of my hand, I've already written down all six possible answers. Let's see if there's anything else you can do to embarrass me?"

"Your Highness, let me ask you again, how many answers did you write?"

"Six kinds, what's wrong?"

"Alright, alright, since you've said that, I won't even bother looking at the answer. Come on, grab His Highness and hold him down. I want to take his head off with my own hands!"

Bulma suddenly attacked, waved her hand, and gave orders to the men behind her.

At the same time, he laughed wildly and revealed the final answer to the mystery.

"Your Highness, there are only four true answers. You may have guessed the obvious, but you still haven't guessed the answer!"

"You were so self-defeating, insisting on perfection, but you had no idea you'd end up writing two extra answers. In the end, you still lost!"

"Come here, escort me!"

Following a loud shout from the high priest Bulma, the entire alley suddenly became tense.

Hundreds of envoys, armed with scimitars, pressed forward step by step.

Seeing the critical moment, several veterans rushed out and protected Song Yuan behind them.

Even Wang Chao Ma Han did not care about the fact that the enemy was superior to us.

He embraced Song Yuan with both hands and vowed to be a loyal minister to protect his master!

Ye Xuan even drew out two swords, showing that she is as brave as any man.

The purpose of protecting Song Yuan.

"Don't be afraid, Your Highness. I'll cover you in a moment. Let's run straight to the Zhenbei Palace. As long as we enter the palace gate, I don't think the hundred people in front of us can do anything to you!"

Seeing that the men he had recruited before were now facing death without fear.

Song Yuan nodded with satisfaction.

It’s worth it that I treated you well with good food and drink before. I will repay your kindness with kindness. I will ensure that you will enjoy a happy life in the future!

However, in such a tense atmosphere, Song Yuanquan did not escape, but instead looked at the high priest with a teasing look.

"Could it be that High Priest has forgotten what I said before? It's ridiculous to be a frog in a well!"

"You said there are four answers. What gives you such confidence?"

"Then let me ask you how many stars there are in the sky. Do you know?"

"If the High Priest really wants to convince the crowd, why not verify the six answers yourself first? This question isn't difficult, and it won't take much effort to verify it!"