Why support him? What nonsense. Why had they come here? To see beauties—no, talented beauties!!
They did not care who this talented beauty was. As long as she was beautiful enough, refined enough, and possessed even a little talent, that was enough.
As for the Zhen Xiaoyan before them, fake or not, her appearance and bearing could absolutely rival those women from before—she even seemed poised to surpass them. So why bother about whether she was real or fake?
Thirteenth Young Master, just be shameless. We support you!!
It would be even better if he could bring over a few more peerless beauties...
"This... is interesting. Far too interesting! Chengtian, your son is far too interesting!!" Seeing this, the Emperor clapped Ye Chengtian on the shoulder, his admiration utterly heartfelt.
"Thank you for your support!" Ye Lang seemed not to notice that there was something wrong with this support. They were not acknowledging that the girl beside him was Zhen Xiaoyan.
"Ye Lang!! You are too..." An old, veteran minister serving as a judge slammed the table and rose to his feet, yet he could not utter the words that followed. Too what? It seemed that shameless, despicable, and all such words had already been used by plenty of people.
"In any case, this will not do. We absolutely will not allow this! Bring Zhen Xiaoyan up and let her compete once using her true abilities!"
"What did I do? I can't understand a word you're saying. I told you, she is Zhen Xiaoyan!" Ye Lang said impatiently. "Competition, competition. Fatty, crush that Shalan pig. Oh, right, did she make it into the finals?"
"..."
You had not even figured out whether she had entered the finals. Your disregard for people was far too thorough!
"Ye Lang, you say she