Because so many distinguished guests were gathered there, there were layers upon layers of guards around the area.
The guard that Yanran had her eye on was on the first floor.
The guards, each three feet tall, carried swords and Linlin.
Yanran noticed the guard because he had just drawn his knife...
He didn't actually draw the knife; he just tested it, pulling it out only a little before quickly shoving it back in.
Yanran noticed was this small gesture.
It's normal for people to fidget a little after standing for a long time, but when Yanran looked over, she suddenly noticed that from her angle, she could vaguely see a bulge at the guard's belt.
The raised outline bore an uncanny resemblance to the little gold bow she had secretly hidden at her waist when she looked in the mirror this morning.
Yanran had a very clear understanding of the situation in the capital.
Therefore, she almost never let go of her golden bow.
She used a modified golden bow and short arrows, with the bow hidden at her waist and the short arrows concealed in her sleeves.
I never expected to meet someone who shares my interests.
This is interesting.
Yanran gave Jiang'er a few instructions, and after the latter left, she returned and sat down as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Ruo was a little excited. "Why are you only getting back now? It's about to start."
Yanran, however, had lost all interest in the dragon boat race.
If the guard was an assassin, then the best opportunity to strike would be when the dragon boat race began and everyone was focused on the river.
The gong sounded, and the dragon boat race began.
The dragon boats on the water, like dragons, sped across the shimmering surface, accompanied by cheers from the crowd.
The dragon boat team from the Prince of Ding's Residence's Mansion, dressed in red, wasn't the fastest at first, but gradually they emerged and caught up.
Yanran could tell at a glance that the other dragon boat teams had started paddling.
You could also say it's like releasing water.
She rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested.
We're already in third place, second place...
Huh?
What happened?
The purple-clad Prince Rong's Residence's Mansion maintained its leading position, showing no sign of letting up?
When did the Prince Rong's Residence's Mansion become so powerful that it dares to challenge the Prince of Ding's Residence's Mansion, which is currently enjoying great influence?
It's unusual and fun.
Yanran looked at the chubby Prince of Rong, whose hair had become even thinner.
Prince of Rong was so anxious that he stamped his feet.
What's going on?
What if we win?
These lowly people, we clearly agreed they weren't allowed to win, so why aren't they letting them win now?
Yanran found it even more interesting.
Then look at the boy drumming on the yellow dragon boat team; his eyes are bloodshot, his muscles are bulging, and his arms are constantly striking the drumhead.
Yanran was worried that he would break the drumhead.
But she really has a beautiful figure, just the way she likes it.
"Let's do it."
In the distance, Huaishang gave a command, and the guards shot off like arrows towards their respective targets.
--Besides the guard Yanran inadvertently discovered was highly suspected of being an assassin, there were several other people who were being watched because they were exchanging glances with this guard.
Yanran just sent Jiang'er to find Huaishang.
Find someone else; it's too obvious.
Huaishang is now a close advisor to the emperor and has a grudge against the Prince of Jin's Residence, so few people pay attention to him.
On the contrary, Yanran and those close to Prince of Jin were always under everyone's noses.
The dragon boat race ended, and Prince of Rong's dragon boat team won. Meanwhile, a commotion had already begun to spread.
"Ah, someone's shooting a sneak attack!"
After a gasp, the entire stands erupted into chaos.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--"
The sound of arrows piercing the air rang out continuously, and the scene was in chaos.
Yanran's eyes gleamed with excitement. She pushed Jiang Ruo, who was trying to peek out to watch the spectacle, back down from the chair. She then raised her left leg, braced herself on the chair, pulled out her bow and arrow, aimed, and fired—
A scream of pain rang out from a tree in the northwest direction, followed by a thud as a person fell to the ground.
Yanran seemed oblivious as another short arrow was already nocked on the golden bow and aimed precisely at the head on the roof.
Yanran concealed ten short arrows in her sleeve, and thus killed ten people.
Jiang'er crouched down and ran over, presenting her with a large handful of short arrows.
"Girl, be careful!" Jiang'er exclaimed in alarm.
She saw the cold arrow heading towards Yanran and instinctively spread her arms to shield Yanran.
But the next moment, she heard a whooshing sound in her ears.
Those were the girl's arrows!
Jiang'er watched helplessly as two arrows, one long and one short, met in mid-air, lost their force, and fell to the ground.
Jiang'er breathed a sigh of relief; her back was soaked with sweat.
"Where's my horse?" Yanran asked.
"There it is, your servant has led it out for you," Jiang'er said, pointing to the fine horse below.
Yanran leaped into the air, her body light and agile, jumping over tables and chairs like a nimble cheetah on the hunt. In almost an instant, she arrived in front of her steed and mounted it.
She spurred her horse's flanks, drew her golden bow, and before anyone could see clearly, she, her horse, and her arrow had all switched places.
Cui Xiaoqiu looked at Yanran's figure, her eyes filled with worry, but also with undisguised pride.
He knew, he always knew, how outstanding she was.
Her two years in the Northwest were well spent.
After a brief period of panic, as the situation was brought under control, everyone's attention gradually turned to the girl on horseback.
Dressed in bright red riding attire, holding a golden bow, his gaze was resolute and proud, his attacks swift and precise...
Who is that?
Everyone started whispering among themselves.
Ah, she's actually the daughter of the Prince of Jin.
Oh, that's right.
On the top deck of the painted boat on the shore, Prince of Jin looked at his daughter, who shone brightly in the sunlight. The image of Xiao Mo, who had once been a spirited and heroic woman, appeared before him, and his eyes welled up with tears.
Perhaps this is the meaning of inheritance from generation to generation.
You are no longer here, but you continue in another form.
I wish A-Yun were here.
Jiang Ruo clapped until her hands were red.
My goodness, I have such good taste!
Meanwhile, the boy on the victory dragon boat stared intently at Yanran, his eyes filled with deep amazement and shock.
A woman who arrived late stroked her chin and smiled meaningfully, "This is interesting."
Meng Yulan held the Little Tangyuan, her eyes welling up with tears.
She witnessed firsthand how this girl grew up, blossoming with her own unique brilliance.
"Sister Yuan, do you see that? That's my older sister. When you grow up, Sister Yuan should be just like her."
Women in this world should not have their edges smoothed out by rules and regulations.
Having witnessed her daughter's most confident and happiest self, Meng Yulan never forced her to do anything.
Today, she is even more determined in her heart.
"Kid, you have good taste."
Upon hearing her grandfather's voice, Cui Xiaoqiu's expression became slightly awkward, but it vanished in an instant. She lowered her eyes, bowed, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Grandfather."
Elder Lord Cui stroked his white beard, a look of satisfaction in his eyes, but said, "You'll still have to rely on yourself."
"Yes, grandson understands."
Elder Lord Cui said meaningfully, "Talented people emerge in every generation."
Meng Yulan felt the same way.
The stage for the next generation has slowly begun to rise.