Youyou's question left everyone present utterly bewildered.
Not to mention Shangguan Long, who bore the brunt of it, and the clueless spectators enjoying the show—even Ye Weiming, who had given her the idea, felt that Youyou's excuse was a little too lame.
What did wearing a hat have to do with anything?
Even if she wanted to pick a fight, she should have found a more reasonable pretext.
As the owner of Manqing Courtyard, Shangguan Long could have been asked to bring over a singing girl. If he brought a thin one, she could ask why he had not brought a fat one. Conversely, if he brought a fat one, she could question why he had not brought a thin one.
Or she could have asked him to bring her an outfit. If he brought men's clothing, she could ask why he had not brought women's clothing. If he brought women's clothing, she could ask why he had not brought men's clothing.
Then, if she attacked him, at least she would have grounds for it and make it sound convincing, right?
However lame Youyou's excuse might have been, now that she had attacked, Shangguan Long naturally did not dare reason with her Sacred Silver Crossbow Bolts. In his panic, he rolled aside, dodging Youyou's rapid-fire bolts in an utterly miserable fashion.
After Shangguan Long evaded them, the bolts continued flying toward the servants behind him. Yet they merely grazed the attendants' clothes before plunging straight into the ground behind them. Not a single one injured anyone else.
This showed just how precise Youyou's control over her crossbow bolts had become!
"Young lady, you are being quite unreasonable."
Just as Youyou finished her first volley and prepared to continue pursuing Shangguan Long, a young man in red and green suddenly darted