When Song Qingshu stepped onto the stage, he vaguely heard people whispering in private, "It's that shameless bastard again?"
"Compared to how shameless he is, I think his luck is even better."
"I think his luck has run out this time. That Tibetan prince isn't someone to be trifled with. I heard he's determined to win the Western Xia Princess this time. On his way to Western Xia, he had people set up checkpoints everywhere to stop the young men coming to compete. Anyone remotely promising got their arms and legs broken. Now that they're facing each other head-on, that shameless bastard is definitely going to get taught a brutal lesson."
Song Qingshu looked thoroughly depressed. He had only bribed his opponent in the first round—how had he inspired such deep resentment? Fine, then. This match would show them what it meant to fail to recognize greatness.
Yet after he had been onstage for quite some time, Zongzan still had not appeared. Everyone curiously looked toward the Tibetan delegation and discovered that not only was Zongzan absent, even the beautiful and dignified Princess Jincheng was nowhere to be seen.
Song Qingshu frowned inwardly. Why is Jiumozhi missing too? What the hell are they up to?
After confirming repeatedly that Tibet truly had no one present to compete, the referee announced Song Qingshu's victory.
"Damn it, is there any justice left in this world?"
"Why does this bastard win again?"
"Something goes wrong with his opponent every single round. Is this guy cursed or something?"
"How the hell is this kid's dumb luck so good?"
Song Qingshu could not help spreading his hands. "And that's somehow my fault?"
When he returned to the Southern Song delegation, even the Yellow-robed Woman looked at him with an extremely strange expression. "I'm