"That move was truly the work of an immortal..."
"Indeed, Northern Liang's Little Chess Saint certainly lived up to her reputation..."
Not long after Ye Jingtang left, the chess match at Dragon Roar Tower continued. Two peerlessly beautiful women, each with her own merits, sat facing each other before the chess table, surrounded by countless scholars and learned men who murmured among themselves, their praises rising one after another.
At the window of a private room on the second floor, the hanging pearl curtain was pushed aside a little, and a fluffy white head poked out, tilted curiously as it looked around. It even greeted Fat-Headed Dragon and the limping big sister below, but unfortunately, the two were engrossed in their contest and neither noticed.
Inside the private room, the Empress Dowager, dressed as a wealthy lady, sat beside a chess table with a board set out before her, earnestly studying both sides' play. Hongyu sat nearby, discussing it with her.
But the Empress Dowager's chess skills clearly could not keep pace with the two national masters, and Hongyu was an even worse player. Unable to make out how things stood, the Empress Dowager looked across the table.
"Shui'er, who do you think has the greater advantage?"
Across the chess table, Perfected Person Xuanji leaned against the window with her Wine Gourd in hand, having drunk herself rosy-cheeked again. From time to time, she lightly licked her lips, though there was no telling what she was thinking of.
At the question, Perfected Person Xuanji came back to herself and glanced down. She first looked at her disciple's grandmother, who surpassed her own, then glanced at Miss Hua, who was much like herself, and said:
"Li Ren, naturally. Her advantage is so obvious. Can't you see?"
The Empress Dowager stared