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The one who spoke was Liang Xingjian, the Right Commandant of the Capital Division.

He was tall and imposing. Standing in front of Song Qingning, he looked like a tiger compared to a rabbit to onlookers, completely overwhelming her.

If it were a contest, Song Qingning would probably be crushed.

Everyone watched with interest, enjoying the spectacle.

"Liang Xingjian, you..."

Meng Huaizhou stepped forward to protect Song Qingning, but was interrupted by Song Qingning.

"If you lose, what will you do? Will you ask the Emperor for your resignation, find a man, and get married?" Song Qingning said.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone burst into laughter.

It wasn't that they were laughing at Song Qingning's words, but rather at her naiveté.

"Lord Song, no, Second Miss Song, you're still young, so it's not my fault you don't know. But Lord Liang was the martial arts champion three years ago. How could he lose to you? Are you kidding me?"

"That's right, Miss Song. A woman's most important qualities are her appearance and health. I think you should give up the competition and go directly to the Emperor to resign. Otherwise, if Lord Liang injures your arm or leg, leaving you crippled or disfigured, then no one will want you to get married!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The raucous laughter was jarring.

Meng Huaizhou's face darkened, and he was about to angrily rebuke those who bullied Song Qingning, but Song Qingning stopped him.

"Then let's have a competition," Song Qingning said.

No one expected that she was not afraid of death.

Liang Xingjian stared at Song Qingning with disdain and frivolity in his eyes. "Fine, I, Liang Xingjian, know how to cherish women. If you're afraid of pain, I can hold back a bit."

"No need!" Song Qingning said.

Liang Xingjian was the martial arts champion three years ago, but Song Qingning is no less impressive.

Although they had never fought each other, Song Qingning knew that Liang Xingjian had lost in the martial arts competition between nations in her previous life.

She lost to her former defeated opponent—the Crown Prince Xiao Ling of Nanlin.

If the officials are not convinced by her, then she should make an example of them and find someone to subdue them!

Liang Xingjian bumped into him; it was him!

When the appointed time arrived, all the officials entered the palace gates.

The sacrificial ceremony was held at Yuhuatai.

Emperor Yuan led the Prince of Huai, the Prince of Rui, and the sixth prince at the front.

As soon as the sacrificial ceremony ended, the officials couldn't wait to see Song Qingning being tortured.

At the willow-shooting field.

As soon as Emperor Yuan took his seat, Duke Shen Lin spoke up, "Your Majesty, this year's willow-shooting event has an extra opening. It's the first time Lady Song has celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival with everyone, and she wants to perform a show to add to the festivities. I think we should grant her wish."

"Song Qing, is that so?" Emperor Yuan looked at Song Qingning.

Song Qingning stood up. "Your Majesty, that is so."

Liang Xingjian also stepped forward, "Your Majesty, Lord Song needs my assistance with this performance."

"Very well, then my two ministers shall put on a good performance." Emperor Yuan leaned back lazily in his chair.

The emperor's sharp eyes saw through everything, and he let what happened next take its course.

"Lord Song, you are a woman, so how can you compare? You choose!" Liang Xingjian didn't take Song Qingning seriously at all.

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone laughed and said, "Lord Liang, if Lord Song wanted to compete with you in embroidery, he could probably beat him."

The crowd laughed.

Only Xie Xuanjin and Xie Yunli looked solemn.

Xie Yunli sat down next to Xie Xuanjin, "Fourth Brother, Fourth..."

Xie Yunli was worried that his fourth sister-in-law would be bullied.

But then Song Qingning spoke up, "How about the fight?"

"..."

The laughter suddenly stopped.

The word "sister-in-law" that Xie Yunli was about to say got stuck in his throat.

They all thought they had misheard.

Even Liang Xingjian was surprised.

Song Qingning continued, "No weapons, just hand-to-hand combat."

Xie Yunli swallowed hard.

He suspected that his fourth sister-in-law was not seeing the situation clearly. Even if she didn't know that Liang Xingjian was the martial arts champion three years ago, she should have looked at the difference in their physiques.

They're not even in the same league.

"Fourth Brother..." Xie Yunli looked at Xie Xuanjin.

Just now I saw worry on Fourth Brother's face, but now all I see in his eyes is a smile, even a bit of doting. What's going on?

When Song Qingning calmly uttered the word "fighting," Xie Xuanjin's mind flashed back to what Song Qingning had said at the City God Temple that day:

I've killed many people. I'm good at chopping off hands, feet, heads, and even dismembering people at the waist...

The greatest ability of someone who has experienced life and death on the battlefield is their sense of danger.

She wouldn't put herself in danger.

She might also be quite skilled in hand-to-hand combat!

Song Qingning is indeed very good at it.

Three years ago, when Song Qingning went to Youzhou and first entered the women's camp, the women's camp was suppressed everywhere in the army. Everyone looked down on women and even mocked them for being less useful than camp prostitutes.

But three years later, no one dared to look down on the women's battalion anymore.

That was the respect and admiration she and her sisters earned with their fists.

"Lord Song, what I just said still stands. If you're afraid of pain, I can hold back a bit," Liang Xingjian said.

But he was just saying that.

After the match began, not a single one of his punches landed on Song Qingning; instead, Song Qingning's punches landed squarely on his skin.

"Ugh..." Liang Xingjian was in a lot of pain.

It hurt so much he wanted to grimace.

But in front of all the officials and the emperor, a man's dignity did not allow him to cry out in pain.

Even so, the numerous bruises on his face and the pained expression on his face could not be concealed.

The officials who were laughing earlier have stopped.

Instead, his face darkened.

The smile then shifted to Meng Huaizhou's face.

Song Qingning's final punch knocked Liang Xingjian unconscious, thus ending the match.

The entire room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Song Qingning's clothes were not even slightly disheveled.

She stood beside Liang Xingjian, blaming herself and begging for forgiveness, "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong. I had already held back, but I still injured Lord Liang. I will pay for Lord Liang's medical and nutritional expenses. If Your Majesty punishes me, I will accept it all!"

Meng Huaizhou immediately stepped forward, "Lord Song, this is a normal competition. It's inevitable that some people will be too heavy-handed. Besides, Lord Liang is only unconscious, not dead. It's alright. His Majesty is a wise ruler. How could he punish you for this?"

Meng Huaizhou could hardly contain his smile.

His gaze swept over those who had previously opposed his recommendation of Song Qingning and argued with him, and he proudly held his head high, as if to say: See, this is the person I value.

So what if she's a woman? She can still defeat a martial arts champion.

The officials looked at Liang Xingjian on the ground, and then thought of Song Qingning's powerful punch just now, and felt a pang of sympathy.

No one dared to say anything more.

"Song Qing is brave and capable, which is why he led the women's battalion to achieve the greatest merit in the battle of Youzhou. Our dynasty needs generals like Song Qing. With you in charge of the capital city command, I am at ease," Emperor Yuan said with a smile.

He then instructed Eunuch Gao, "Take Lord Liang away and send him back to the Liang residence."

Song Qingning returned to her seat.

Song Qingning did not participate in the willow-shooting game afterwards.

We've had our moment in the spotlight and achieved our goal.

No one dared to provoke her anymore, not even with sarcastic remarks. Every colleague greeted her with a smile and called her "Lord Song".

Song Qingning didn't care whether those smiles were genuine or not; as long as they were smiles, that was enough.

Song Qingning sipped her tea discreetly, holding the teacup in her hand.

Suddenly, a man's face loomed close to hers, staring intently at her hand, scrutinizing it as if trying to discern something extraordinary. "Fourth... Lord Song, doesn't your hand hurt?"

Song Qingning looked up and saw Xie Yunli.