After Ying Huang asked her question, her bright eyes settled on Jiang Yang, a faint white light flickering within her pupils.
Yun Zhen froze upon hearing it, then immediately clutched her sleeve and looked over as well, awaiting his answer.
Jiang Yang's thoughts surged, the fire in his heart blazing hot. He nearly blurted out Ying Huang's name, but stopped himself before the words reached his lips. Even if Yun Zhen had delicate, petite features, she surely still cared about beauty; otherwise, the two would never have argued in the first place.
He had been contentedly watching them bicker, never expecting that the little fox would divert the flood of trouble toward him the very next moment, asking him to judge which of them was superior.
This was certainly a head-scratcher.
Yun Zhen was sweet and endearing, while Ying Huang was lustrous as jade and sly. Each had her own charms, and favoring either in his answer would hardly be appropriate. He could not help feeling torn.
Wait... why am I agonizing over this?
Just then, Yun Zhen, seated at the head, noticed something amiss. Gritting her teeth, she rebuked Ying Huang:
"You little cheat, Ying Huang! You're actually playing dirty... I don't care! Whatever he says doesn't count!"
Ying Huang was unperturbed at being exposed. She was about to retort when Jiang Yang suddenly offered his judgment in a soft voice:
"Both of you possess extraordinary beauty and indescribable nobility. Each has lovely features; truly, neither outshines the other."
Such a fence-sitting answer clearly failed to satisfy Ying Huang. Her eyes blazed white as she pressed him:
"What if you had to choose the better of us?"
"If I must draw a clear distinction, then naturally—Ying Huang..."
At this, Yun Zhen pursed her lips indignantly and shot Ying Huang