Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

These words were almost identical to what Qiao Tingfeng said that day.

Qiao Tingfeng suddenly came to his senses, touched the tip of his nose unconsciously, and smiled awkwardly.

"The Prince of Qing is highly skilled in pitching pots, and the Princess of Qing is naturally no less skilled than any man. However, the Princess of Qing should leave some space for us ordinary people."

Several ladies standing by who had not yet understood the mystery laughed softly with their hands covering their mouths when they heard this.

"Prince Qiao, you are wrong. Princess Qing is a woman. Even if she were to fight for it, it would be with us women. How could she compete with you men? Your panic is rather unnecessary."

Qiao Tingfeng shook his head slightly, expressing his disapproval. "Madam Zhou, you're wrong. This isn't fear; it's awe. I've heard Princess Qing is a master at pot-throwing, even winning first place before she married. I'm thinking of you."

The lady raised the corner of her mouth slightly, with a faint and slightly contemptuous smile on her face, and it seemed that she did not take Qiao Tingfeng's words to heart.

Meng Qingjiao was completely unaware of the subtle hint of help in Qiao Tingfeng's words. She thought he was secretly mentioning her defeat by Meng Tingyue that day. A hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, "Of course, this princess will participate."

There was unquestionable determination in her words, and she vowed to wipe out the previous shame on this day.

"I remember my sister once said that her pitching skills were better than mine. Today I must learn a thing or two from her."

After she finished speaking, she gently raised her eyes, the meaning of the challenge in them was self-evident, and her gaze went straight to Meng Tingyue who was whispering with Princess Luo Jia.

At this moment, Meng Tingyue was having a pleasant conversation with Princess Luo Jia, but was suddenly interrupted by Meng Qingjiao's slightly childish provocative words. She inadvertently turned her head and cast an indifferent look.

She didn't take Meng Qingjiao's childish provocation and words seriously. She keenly caught the curious glances from the ladies around her and pondered in her heart.

Then, she smiled a gentle and appropriate smile and explained, "Sister, you're too kind. But I'm afraid you may have mixed up your memory. I did say that before, but it was a long time ago. It was just a joke from childhood, so how can you take it seriously?"

As soon as these words came out, the looks that were originally slightly hostile to her due to misunderstanding suddenly softened a lot.

The venue of Hefengxuan is large enough for men and women to compete together.

The King of Qing naturally had no need to fight with them for victory or defeat.

Even if he really wanted to win, it was definitely not directed at these old opponents who had been defeated by him.

While thinking, his eyes inadvertently passed over the ladies who were watching and waiting, and fixed accurately on the woman whose expression was as indifferent as water, as if she was out of tune with the hustle and bustle of the place.

She had a fake, indifferent smile on her face, but when she heard the whispers of the people around her, she inadvertently revealed a hint of surprise and curiosity. Her expression instantly became lively and vivid, completely different from the one he usually saw, as if she had become a different person.

He couldn't help but think of his invincible royal brother.

Does Meng Tingyue also look so lively in front of her royal brother?

While he was thinking, he heard a cry from the crowd and he looked in the direction of the sound.

It turned out that Qiao Tingfeng had invested in Guan Er.

Meng Tingyue was standing behind her, so she stood side by side with Princess Luo Jia and watched.

Occasionally, I could hear some interesting stories from Princess Luojia.

"Imperial sister-in-law, you must work hard to win the first place. If my royal brother were here, he would definitely be the first. However, my royal brother would not participate in such activities. In his eyes, these are just boring trivialities."

"He doesn't even bother to think carefully about what else is interesting in the capital, whether it's studying or being a soldier and doing drill in the barracks."

"Besides, those who want to play tossing pots are definitely not suited for studying, and those who can throw pots into the pot are not necessarily suited for joining the army. With so many children from aristocratic families joining the army, the barracks must be bustling with activity."

Princess Luojia speaks frankly and can express whatever is in her mind through words.

"Princess, why are you so sure that I can come out on top?" Meng Tingyue's eyes turned slightly, shimmering with light, a hint of inquiry quietly revealed in them.

Princess Luojia paused, as if in thought. "You must have something extraordinary to marry my brother. He doesn't play pot tossing because he thinks it's boring. Otherwise, he would have won a grand slam in a matter of minutes."

"The emperor's sister-in-law is probably just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."

Meng Tingyue heard this and a hint of confusion appeared between his brows: "What do you mean by pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?"

"They're referring to those people whose strength is unfathomable, but who deliberately pretend to be weak and harmless."

Princess Luo Jia was worried that she would say too much and arouse Meng Tingyue's suspicion. "But even if the Imperial Sister-in-law doesn't win the first prize, just tell me what she likes. I will send it directly to the Crown Prince's Mansion as an apology for the Imperial Sister not attending the wedding banquet that day."

"Don't be polite to me, sister-in-law. If it weren't for my brother, I wouldn't be able to live as carefree and happy as I am now. I might even be sent away to marry a foreign prince."

Princess Luojia's words were a mixture of truth and falsehood.

But that last sentence is indeed true.

After listening to this, Meng Tingyue felt more and more that this closeness and love were all because of the prince.

She secretly planned to stick close to the prince, who was like a towering tree.

"Sister-in-law, it's your turn now. Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter even if you can't win the competition. If you like anything, I will give it to you generously." Princess Luojia encouraged Meng Tingyue from behind.

When these words fell into the ears of the ladies, they couldn't help but feel envious.

Meng Tingyue only felt a warm current surging in her heart, and the arrow spinning lightly on her fingertips seemed to be gentle.

In Meng Qingjiao's heart, jealousy grew like weeds and was difficult to contain.

"Look at how close your sister and the princess are. It's really enviable." There was a hint of bitterness in her words.

Meng Tingyue smiled calmly and responded, "It's okay."

Meng Qingjiao persisted, "The princess really dotes on you. If the prize you desire were to be matched with the prize winner, the princess would probably give that rare treasure to you without hesitation."

As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Qingjiao once again put Meng Tingyue at the center of public opinion, and undercurrents surged.

Meng Tingyue remained calm and composed, whispering softly, "Sister, please don't say anything careless. If someone with ulterior motives hears this, it might lead to unnecessary complications. They might even misunderstand that you're implying that the royal family is biased, which would be disastrous."

Meng Qingjiao's expression froze, and she quickly explained, "I didn't mean that..."

"I didn't know that I was such a treacherous person to the Fifth Princess." Princess Luo Jia snorted lightly, looking displeased.

Prince Qing was worried that things were getting out of control, so he spoke out to stop the farce, "Let's get started."

Meng Qingjiao then reluctantly took an arrow from the maid's hand, and looked at the arrow with eyes filled with rage.

She must defeat Meng Tingyue and take the first place.

Focusing on the pottery pot in front of him, he aimed the arrow at the mouth of the pot, raised his fingertips and threw it decisively.