After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 595 Modesty
The two stood on the competition stage.
From a distance, they were quite pleasing to the eye.
It was always known that Su Chong had high martial arts skills, after all, his first recognition was from fighting with Prince NanAn and others.
To fight one against four and not get defeated shows a bit of his prowess.
But to what extent his martial arts skills reached was unknown.
Since Prince Beimo voluntarily wanted to spar, his skills must not be weak, as no one would willingly seek humiliation.
After the two cupped their hands in salute, they began the match.
Su Chong stood motionless, while Prince Beimo clenched his fist and aimed towards him.
With a flick of his body, Su Chong dodged the wind of Prince Beimo’s punch.
The two started their bout, making the spectators watch with bated breath.
After a while, Prince Beimo said, "Young Master Shangguan, there’s no need to hold back on me."
"Then I won’t be polite," Su Chong replied.
Su Chong got serious.
Prince Beimo couldn’t withstand it.
As Prince Beimo was retreating step by step—
Su Chong lifted his foot.
Aimed a kick towards Prince Beimo’s chest.
Just as his foot touched Prince Beimo’s chest, Su Chong internally screamed, "Oh no!"
There was a ripping sound.
The shoe, split open...
The big toe, restrained for so long, popped out.
Accompanied by a concealed strong odor.
Prince Beimo was dumbfounded. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
This momentary confusion made him forget to react, and he directly fell to the ground.
Su Chong withdrew his foot.
Upon landing, the tear ripped open even more.
Half of his foot could already touch the ground.
That image—
Su Chong, "..."
The crowd, "..."
Truly.
Without great willpower, they couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Of course, some people did laugh.
The loudest laughter came from a certain mischievous brother.
Laughing while pounding the table.
Prince Yun wished he could die from embarrassment.
He immediately recognized those shoes as ones his daughter had made.
In such a serious occasion, to encounter such unserious shoes.
As her father, he lost face along with his son-in-law.
As for Princess Fu Yun, her face turned red, neck swollen with embarrassment, almost burying her head under the table.
Su Chong stood there.
He should have been as glorious as he could be after his victory.
But now it was as embarrassing as it could get.
How was he going to return?
Su Chong felt that if someone could just knock him out, it would be best.
The Emperor sat on the Dragon Chair.
Hand on his forehead, trying to hide his uncontrollably twitching mouth.
The Dongxiang Marquis family was really something.
Even if they didn’t rob for money, they couldn’t have been so poor, right?
Not even having a decent pair of shoes.
The Emperor had seen ministers cry poverty, but never someone like Su Chong.
Without saying a word, he directly wore his poverty on his foot.
The Emperor, feeling weak, said, "Reward him with ten pairs of shoes."
"Let the salary for Marquis Dongxiang be resumed."
Eunuch Fu, "..."
Eunuch Fu was a bit flabbergasted.
In all these years, it was the first time someone got their salary threatened but eventually wasn’t withheld by the Emperor.
It seemed the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was so poor that even the Emperor was moved with compassion.
This forgetfulness made him overlook how Marquis Dongxiang had once robbed him.
Su Chong took a deep breath, acting as if nothing happened, turned to thank the Emperor.
The Emperor’s attention was entirely on his foot.
He couldn’t completely ignore it.
Su Chong went back to sit down.
Prince NanAn and his group laughed so hard they rubbed their cheeks.
They thought Brother Su could avoid embarrassment, but he ended up losing face publicly.
There was truly no avoiding it.
Prince Beimo’s eye corners twitched.
He always thought Su Chong was holding back against him.
Now it seemed the shoes didn’t fit, affecting his performance.
The pressure made the shoes split open.
Thinking of Su Chong’s smelly feet, Prince Beimo looked at the shoe print on his chest.
The more disdainful he felt, the more disdain he expressed.
Prince Beimo returned to his seat.
As soon as he sat down, Princess Beimo stood up.
She looked at Su Jin and said, "I want to spar with you."
Su Jin blinked.
Pointing to herself, she asked, "Spar with me?"
"You heard correctly, I want to spar with you!" Princess Beimo said.
"In the Imperial Garden, I wanted to compete with whips, but you didn’t even draw yours."
Princess Beimo was raised in the palm of the King Beimo’s hand, never having been so humiliated as today.
The ones who hit her were Young Master Su and the Ninth Prince, just a few kids, she couldn’t counter them.
But Su Jin was about her age, so she wouldn’t be embarrassed.
Especially since her brother had just lost to Su Chong, who was Su Jin’s brother.
As a sister, she wanted to regain the lost face.
It’s just unclear where her confidence came from.
Inside the hall, everyone had an expression of eager anticipation for the spectacle.
Is every princess particularly persistent?
Princess Shouning was.
And so was Princess Beimo.
The Princess Consort Zhenbei had never lost before.
Su Jin didn’t stand up, she just looked at her and said, "I am not skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, or lyrics. What do you want to compete with?"
"As a princess, shouldn’t you compete against another princess?"
"Competing with me, the victory isn’t much of a glory, and the loss is a huge embarrassment."
Everyone was stunned.
They had never seen a noble lady openly admit she wasn’t good at music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, or lyrics, and say it with such conviction.
But what the Princess Consort Zhenbei said was indeed reasonable.
A princess should compete against another princess.
Before coming to the capital, the Princess Consort Zhenbei had spent all her time on Qingyun Mountain, unable to find anyone to teach her music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Competing against her was indeed making things difficult for her.
The Empress saw that Su Jin was unwilling to accept the challenge from Princess Beimo, she said, "Isn’t the Princess Consort Zhenbei being too modest?"
"Although you’ve been on Qingyun Mountain, at the Lotus Appreciation Banquet in Prince Yu Mansion, Young Master Su was in no way inferior to noble family descendants; I think you are the same."
In the Imperial Garden, it was Princess Shouning helping Princess Beimo.
Now it was the Empress’s turn to help.
Never had they seen such a mother-daughter duo whose elbows bent outward.
They were the Daqi Empress and Princess.
Helping a princess from an enemy nation like this, were their heads caught in a door?
And, was her elder brother dragging her into this?
Her elder brother was formidable, but that didn’t mean she was, too.
The Empress looked toward the Emperor and said, "Emperor, why not offer prizes and let more noble ladies participate, for some good excitement?"
"Very well," the Emperor readily agreed.
The Emperor ordered Eunuch Fu to bring out the Luminous Pearl and Jade Ruyi as prizes.
These valuable prizes attracted many noble ladies to participate.
However, with so many people involved, it became tricky to ensure fairness in the competition.
After all, everyone had their own strengths.
The Emperor looked at the Right Minister, "What does the Right Minister think is the most appropriate competition?"
The Right Minister said with a troubled expression, "With this many people, the Flying Flower Order would be the most suitable, but Princess Beimo... ".
Princess Beimo interrupted the Right Minister, saying, "The Princess herself wishes to compete with you, Su Jin."
Su Jin wanted to say that she had an objection.
She couldn’t play!
But her opinion was unimportant.
Everyone unanimously decided to have a Flying Flower Order competition.
A Daqi Dynasty Flying Flower Order competition involves drawing lots.
A container is filled with bamboo sticks.
Words are written on the sticks, for example: plum blossom.
If you draw that stick, you must answer with a fitting verse or phrase.
If you can’t come up with an answer in time, you lose.
