"Rest assured, my dear wife. I have no interest in competing with two men I've already beaten."
Anger surfaced on Meng Taiqi's and Jin San's faces. Lan Ruoyue smiled faintly. "Marquis, they are our guests. How can you be so rude? You'll make our great nation a laughingstock!"
"I was merely stating a fact, not trying to humiliate anyone. Are you asking me to lie deliberately, Miss Lan, to make two defeated opponents look good?"
Jiang Shuyue said, "Exactly! Besides, if we're talking about rudeness, aren't they the rude ones? Who visits someone else's home as a guest and insists on fighting the host? Is that how the Mongol Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom behave as guests? Well, I've learned something today."
Jiang Shuyue: [Instead of defending her own country, she's speaking up for outsiders. A wolf waving its big tail around-why pretend to be a saint?]
Huahua: [Wow, you expect someone who could betray her own birth parents to have any national pride? I'd bet a ton of gold that, given the chance, she'd sell out her country.]
Jiang Shuyue: [Why bet on something so obvious? Besides, where would you get a ton of gold?]
Huahua chuckled. [I'm just showing my resolve! It makes me look sincere.]
Lan Ruoyue said, "Madam, they are our guests. Aren't you afraid you'll spoil the harmony between everyone by behaving like this?"
"They didn't consider the harmony between our countries when they made that demand. Why must we accommodate and indulge them? He isn't my boss. Even willfulness needs limits!"
"Insolence!"
Meng Taiqi roared. The next second, a teacup lid spun past his face, frightening him into stumbling two steps back.
It continued along its path, sweeping past Lan Ruoyue's face and lifting her veil, before finally flying back into Zhou Yunshen's hand.