Aside from Wanyan Chongjie, quite a few other women had entered the marriage contest disguised as men. Madam Zhen, for example, had posed as a prince of Khwarazm, while the Yellow-robed Woman was among the others.
These women had all entered the contest with their own motives. Either the people from the other countries had failed to see through them, or they had chosen not to expose them for various reasons. Thus, even when the Yellow-robed Woman and the others advanced smoothly, no one raised any objections.
Before Song Qingshu could answer, Xue Baochai smiled and said, "Sister Yang, you think too highly of him. It was already sheer luck that he advanced this time. Besides, you represent the honor of our Great Song. You should defeat all those princes and young masters from the other countries, win the championship in one stroke, and marry the Western Xia Princess. Hmph, Western Xia has fought Great Song often enough over these past decades. Who knew how many loyal and brave soldiers had been buried in the northwest? Marrying off their princess would let us vent some anger properly."
Song Qingshu could only click his tongue in amazement. These women really were devious.
The Yellow-robed Woman shook her head. "There are many experts in this competition. Xiao Feng of Liao Country, Xu Zhu of Shaolin, Zhuang Juxian, the new chief of the Beggar's Clan in Hebei, and even Hulagu Khan and Wang Baobao of the Mongol Empire—I do not have much confidence against them."
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. There had been far too many matches in the preliminary group stage for him to follow each one, so this was the first he had heard of Zhuang Juxian. Others might not know who he was, but how could Song Qingshu not?