"The Jin Dynasty and Song were mortal enemies. This ought to be exciting." Clearly, the spectators below were dissatisfied with the previous uncontested victory.
"Exciting my ass. Do you even know who's up there this time?"
"Holy shit, it's that shameless bastard?"
"Damn it, it really is that son of a bitch. In the first round, he bought off his opponent with money; in the second, his opponent got diarrhea. Let's see what stunt he pulls this round."
"The Jin Dynasty and Song have such a blood feud, and his opponent this time is a Jin prince. There's no way he can buy her off. I want to see Jia get the shit beaten out of him!"
Hearing the faint conversations in the air, Song Qingshu was speechless. It seemed his opportunistic tricks in the first two rounds had truly incurred everyone's wrath.
"Aren't you on pretty good terms with that Jin Young Prince? If you've got what it takes, make her yield to you this time." Qiu Tongpu and the Lu brothers teased from nearby. In their eyes, no matter how close they were, this concerned a marriage contest and the honor of their nations. There was no reason for the other side to hold back.
Xue Baochai frowned, but still reminded him, "Be careful." In her view, the two shared an unusual relationship, so Jia Baoyu would not be in any danger this time. As for the outcome, she did not care much. Reaching this round was already respectable enough; there was no need to force the rest.
Song Qingshu nodded. On his way onto the stage, he ran into Wanyan Chongjie, who pouted and said, "You haven't come to see me these past two days. I won't go easy on you today."
Song Qingshu froze, finally