I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Pitch-pot?

Ba Ye was clearly taken aback, and the others were also taken aback.

Ba Ye's archery skills are such that his bows and arrows can kill.

This isn't a game of pitch-pot for children; this is far too childish.

Soon, Jin Ge brought out the pitch-pot game.

Speaking of which, this is actually Huayang's pitch-pot game.

A battle between two armies has little impact on a small child.

She eats and plays as she pleases on a regular basis.

He placed the pitch-pot five steps away, and Jin Ge brought over two bundles of headless arrows.

After handing a bundle of headless arrows to Ba Ye, Jin Ge took the remaining bundle.

Unexpectedly, the Empress then said, "Give the arrow to Huayang and let Huayang compete with him."

Jin Ge was stunned, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

This is too frivolous, and the way they're blatantly lenient is way too obvious.

However, Jin Ge obediently did as he was told and pulled Hua Yang, who was playing with other things in the tent, over.

One adult and one child stood about five steps apart.

Ba Ye turned his head to look at the child next to him who was not even as long as his legs, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Although the competition wasn't his forte, archery, but rather pitch-pot, he was 100% confident of winning against the child.

If he can't even beat a child, he shouldn't go out and make a living in the future.

"You all know the rules of pitch-pot, right?" the Empress asked.

Ba Ye nodded. Although he didn't play often, he was surrounded by noble families who came to the front lines to gain experience, and they played around quite often.

"Let's begin. The one who collects the most points wins."

"Huayang, do your best. If you win, your mother will take you to play on the city wall."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yang was so excited that he almost jumped up from the spot.

She had been feeling incredibly stifled ever since arriving at Xuanque Pass.

These adults always used her safety as an excuse to prevent her from running around, and even assigned someone to watch over her. She dreamed of going up to the city wall to play and see everything.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Hua Yang looked at Ba Ye beside him, tilted his head back, and said pitifully:

"You'll give in to me, right?"

Looking into Hua Yang's grape-sized eyes, Ba Ye's heart melted.

He was about to agree immediately, but then he suddenly remembered something and said, "Your Highness, it's no use for you to play the victim in front of me. If I can't win, I'll lose my life. So please, Your Highness, give in to me."

Seeing that Ba Ye wasn't fooled and that her plan had failed, Hua Yang pouted and ignored Ba Ye.

He picked up the headless arrow and began aiming at the arrow-throwing game.

Ba Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn't fallen for a child's trick, and picked up the headless arrow to aim at the pitch-pot.

"Who wants to go first?"

The Empress remained unmoved, sitting behind the enormous table, quietly watching the competition unfold inside the tent.

Ba Ye extended a hand and said, "I am of humble status, so please go first, Princess."

Hua Yang didn't stand on ceremony. He squinted one eye and hurled the arrow in his hand with a whoosh.

The arrow traced a perfect arc in the air and landed precisely in the pitch-pot.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, but many others thought it was just a coincidence, a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and that Princess Huayang would definitely miss next time.

Ba Ye thought so too. He took aim and threw his first shot.

The arrows landed precisely in the arrow-throwing pot, and the prisoners of war cheered with joy.

After all, if Ba Ye wins, they can save their lives.

After making the shot, Ba Ye looked at Hua Yang and gestured again, saying, "Princess, please."

Hua Yang didn't stand on ceremony; this time, he threw the arrow without even aiming.

With a clang, the arrow still hit the target accurately in the arrow-throwing game.

Ba Ye's expression immediately turned somewhat strange. If the first time was a coincidence, then the second time was definitely not a coincidence.

Swallowing nervously, Ba Ye began to throw his second arrow.

He knew he couldn't afford to make a mistake, so he aimed carefully for a long time before throwing the arrow.

The arrow landed steadily in the pitch-pot, and the two remained on the same starting line.

And so, the two of them took turns throwing their arrows.

Soon, all ten arrows were used up.

However, to everyone's astonishment, the arrows in their hands hit the target every time, without exception.

What's even more astonishing is that Princess Huayang didn't make a single mistake.

They weren't surprised that Ba Ye could hit all the targets, since archery and pitch-pot are similar in principle.

Ba Ye was an expert archer, hitting the bullseye every time; pitch-pot was a piece of cake for him.

It's incredible that Princess Huayang could hit the bullseye every time.

This is why Ba Ye was only able to compete with Princess Hua Yang; anyone else would have lost long ago.

"I've already placed eight bets, it's your turn to place the last two."

Just as everyone was thinking this, they heard Princess Huayang's clear, crisp voice.

There was no reason for Ba Ye to refuse. Princess Huayang had thrown eight arrows first, so it was his turn to throw the last two.

Of course, he had other ulterior motives as well.

For example, if he had hit the target with the last two arrows, it would have put immense psychological pressure on Princess Huayang.

Under immense pressure, Princess Huayang might make a mistake.

If Princess Huayang makes a mistake, then he will win.

Although doing so is somewhat unfair.

But now that things have come to this, he can't think about it anymore.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ba Ye took out the last two feathered arrows.

He took a deep breath and then threw the two arrows in his hand in quick succession.

Both arrows landed precisely in the pitch-pot, and the prisoners of war were overjoyed.

Ba Ye breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

It's good that he made all the shots. Even if Princess Huayang makes her shot next, it will still be a tie, and he will still have a chance to continue the game.

"Princess Huayang, please," said Ba Ye.

After he finished speaking, Ba Ye saw that Princess Huayang's expression suddenly changed, becoming somewhat sinister.

Yes, it's insidious!

Seeing such an expression on a child's face truly shocked him.

Before he could react, Hua Yang held an arrow in one hand and threw it.

The arrow did not fall into the spout of the pitcher, but instead landed precisely in the ears on either side of the pitcher.

That hit the nail on the head!