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

The pots that Princess Luojia ordered people to place were farther away and more difficult to make.

Each person held four arrows. When it was Meng Qingjiao's turn, as her last arrow left her hand lightly, the arrow went straight and landed steadily on the edge of the pot again.

Same as last time.

The smile on Meng Qingjiao's face paused and faded away quietly.

"Yi Gan, what a pity, it almost broke the whole pot, the Qing Princess is still very powerful."

"It seems that the winner of today's pot-throwing competition will undoubtedly fall into Madam Wu's pocket."

Madam Wu was the lady who had just debated with Qiao Tingfeng.

Madam Wu cast a gentle and profound gaze at Meng Qingjiao, which showed both respect for her opponent and admiration for the perfect couple of the Qing Palace. "The Qing Prince and the Qing Princess are truly a match made in heaven, and their art of pitching pots complements each other beautifully. It's truly admirable."

Prince Qing smiled lightly, his eyes full of Rong Youyan, "It's Jiaojiao who is powerful, it has nothing to do with me."

Meng Qingjiao shook her head slightly, brushing off the embarrassing images in her mind and regaining her joy. "Mrs. Wu is the real deal. Her skill in pitching pots is top-notch. She is worthy of being the one who has won the championship many times."

After a round of compliments, she looked at Meng Tingyue and said hypocritically, "Don't be too nervous, sister. I believe you can perform even better."

Princess Luo Jia secretly curled her lips and complained in her heart that the emperor's sister-in-law could easily win the first prize, so there was no need for her such hypocritical comfort.

Meng Tingyue's gaze passed over her lightly, calmly and without any ripples, as if she had not noticed the subtle thoughts.

Meng Qingjiao shot four arrows, two of which hit the target, one pierced the ear, and one hit the pole, a total of four points. She only needed to get slightly higher.

The arrow spun lightly at her fingertips and landed into the mouth of the pot with a gentle throw.

Princess Luo Jia saw this scene and couldn't help but raise her hands to hold her cheeks, her eyes flashing with uncontrollable joy, and she cheered secretly in her heart.

The emperor's sister-in-law is so handsome!

Then, the second arrow seemed to come alive in her hand, sliding into the mouth of the pot with perfect precision. Her movements were exactly the same as the previous one, graceful and decisive.

No one on the scene showed much surprise on their faces.

It was not until the decisive third arrow drew a perfect arc in the air and steadily penetrated the ear of the pot that people finally exclaimed in amazement.

"I never thought the Crown Princess's skill in pot-throwing was so exquisite. After three arrows, she's already on par with Princess Qing. If the fourth arrow misses or hits the target, the Crown Princess will be the winner today."

"Yes, this Meng family has some special license for pitching pots. How come all the women in the family are so skilled in pitching pots? It's really amazing."

"Why don't you go to the Meng family and ask them and learn some skills?"

The champion and the second-best on the men's side were selected from those few people from the beginning to the end. Everyone was just going through the motions and would go to Princess Luojia to buy the things they liked after the end.

Hearing the noise coming from the other side, many people looked over.

Qiao Tingfeng finished the competition first and went directly to the women's competition venue to watch the excitement. After seeing Meng Tingyue hit three goals in a row, he cheered directly.

"My sister-in-law is so awesome." After saying that, he took the initiative to applaud and also encouraged others to applaud with him.

Those who did not know the truth also applauded. For a moment, Meng Tingyue was surrounded by the lively applause and became the most dazzling focus on the scene.

She looked at the culprit, who was grinning at her with his white teeth. Meng Tingyue couldn't help feeling a little surprised and helpless.

Meng Qingjiao didn't feel any joy in her heart, only embarrassment.

She also hit three arrows in a row, so why didn't she get any applause or cheers?

When she saw with her own eyes that Meng Tingyue's last arrow fell steadily into Hukou, the defense line in her heart collapsed instantly.

She slowly shook her head with an expression of disbelief, and murmured softly, "Impossible."

"Impossible what?" Meng Tingyue smiled, "I win, sister."

Meng Qingjiao's eyes were fixed on the other person, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth with difficulty: "You did it on purpose, deliberately only having one point higher than me, right?"

Meng Tingyue smiled lightly, with a hint of indifference and composure in her smile: "Sister, you are too kind. I just got it by luck, there is no way I did it on purpose."

"No, I don't believe it. This is absolutely impossible..." Meng Qingjiao still refused to believe it.

At this moment, Princess Luo Jia rushed in between the two of them like a gust of cheerful wind. She desperately pushed Meng Qingjiao aside and said, "Imperial sister-in-law is so amazing! You got Congkui! That's amazing."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Meng Qingjiao, her tone of voice comforting and playful: "Don't be too sad, Fifth Sister-in-law. In fact, you are also very good, just a little bit worse than the Emperor's sister-in-law.

The people around also echoed.

To Meng Qingjiao, these words were like sharp needles, piercing her heart and reminding her that no matter what, she was always slightly inferior to Meng Tingyue.

At this moment, Prince Qing suddenly pushed through the crowd, strode over, and hugged Meng Qingjiao tightly in his arms. He could clearly feel her inner loss and helplessness, and his heartache was beyond words.

He looked up at Meng Tingyue, his eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

He really had not expected that Meng Tingyue's throwing skills were so superb, even better than Jiaojiao's.

"Jiaojiao is not feeling well, so I will take her away first."

After Prince Qing finished explaining to Princess Luojia, he embraced Meng Qingjiao and left.

It wasn't until she got on the carriage that Meng Qingjiao slowly came back to her senses. Her eyes instantly filled with mist, and she threw herself directly into Prince Qing's arms, "My husband, my sister must have done this on purpose, deliberately using that method to humiliate me. She could have won the first place, but she chose to humiliate me with a method that was one point better than mine."

Prince Qing hesitated, "Maybe you're overthinking it. The Emperor's sister-in-law doesn't seem like someone who would do something like that."

Hearing this, Meng Qingjiao felt even more upset. "Even my husband doesn't trust me anymore. Are you on this side or on the side of the Empress's sister-in-law?"

"Of course I'm on your side." His hand gently fell on Meng Qingjiao's back, soothing her softly.

"Since my husband is on my side, can you promise me one thing?" Meng Qingjiao slowly raised her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes soaked in mist were like the clear sky outside, and the faint blush in her eyes made him feel pity.

Prince Qing looked at his own reflection in her eyes, and his heart softened. "I will agree to any condition you give me."

A glimmer of light flashed across Meng Qingjiao's eyes, "Really?"

"really."

"Then I want the right to be the steward of the mansion."

"Why do you suddenly want housekeeping rights?"

"I heard that women are supposed to manage the household after they get married. I've been married to my husband for so long, but I've been sitting idle in the mansion all day, unable to manage the household. I always feel like I'm not the master of the palace."

A hint of sadness and melancholy appeared on Meng Qingjiao's pretty face.

Naturally, she found the best angle, revealing her exquisitely dressed profile, which easily aroused the sympathy of King Qing.

Prince Qing's eyes softened, and he immediately embraced the man in his arms, "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. When we get back, I'll have Master Guan teach you how to manage the household."

"Okay." Meng Qingjiao leaned on King Qing's chest, smiling sweetly, with a smile of success in her eyes.

In Hefengxuan, the pitching pot competition came to an end soon after the King Qing and his wife left.

The winners of the men's group were Qiao Tingfeng and a man named Shu Yu.

The winners of the women's group were Mrs. Wu and Meng Tingyue.

After the two leaders had chosen a treasure for themselves as a prize, Meng Tingyue chose something she liked as a prize.

After the game of throwing pots was over, Princess Luo Jia announced the end of the banquet. She would temporarily place the remaining treasures in Hefengxuan. At the same time tomorrow, you can come here to bid for your favorite items.

On the way back, Princess Luo Jia held Meng Tingyue's hand and rode in the same carriage. She asked her several times in the carriage if there was anything else she liked.

Only after Meng Tingyue emphasized several times that it was not true did Princess Luojia reluctantly give up.

When the carriage from the princess's mansion slowly stopped in front of the prince's mansion.

"Luo Jia, would you like to come into the mansion and sit down?" Meng Tingyue took the initiative to invite.

Luo Jia waved his hand quickly, "I have another job to do soon. I'll come visit you again when I have time."

The carriage from the princess's mansion left quickly and hastily, as if there was a man-eating beast behind it.

Princess Luojia patted her chest and breathed, "Has the letter been delivered to the Crown Prince's residence?"