After being forced into a marriage with a wealthy family, the virtuous wife caused a huge uproar.

"I agree. He said any woman will do." Princess Jinyang hated the way her eldest cousin looked down on women.

"This humble woman will represent the princess in the game of pitch-pot," Rong Yingluo raised her hand to volunteer, full of confidence.

Several women were watching the fight nearby, and when they saw that someone actually dared to act as a substitute, they began to whisper among themselves.

"Who doesn't know that Prince Xuan's son is a master of pitch-pot in the capital? No one has ever beaten him. He's really audacious."

"Whose woman is this? She's overestimating herself."

"The princess is desperate and will try anything. If she wants a fine horse, why not just have the emperor buy it for her? Why drag us women into this embarrassing situation?"

"Are Akhal-Teke horses so easy to buy? I heard that the Crown Prince Xuan's horse was secretly brought back from the Beicang Kingdom."

"Whose wife are you?" Princess Jinyang had never seen Rong Yingluo before.

"This lady belongs to his family." Rong Yingluo pulled Gu Ce from behind and stood in front of Princess Jinyang.

"Your subject Gu Ce greets the Sixth Princess." Gu Ce bowed, and when he heard Rong Yingluo say that she was from his family, he felt as if he had drunk a cup of fragrant tea.

"Young Master Gu? Is she the Rong family member who just gave Father Emperor 100,000 taels of silver?" Princess Jinyang had naturally heard about this as well, but she wasn't there at the time.

"Exactly."

"Haha, this princess loves women with courage and magnanimity like this." Princess Jinyang grabbed Rong Yingluo and greeted her with the warmth of a long-lost friend.

"Your Highness is too kind," Rong Yingluo said modestly.

"Shoot two arrows for me to see. If you can get in, I'll choose you as my substitute," Princess Jinyang decided immediately.

The onlookers should disperse a bit and leave enough space.

Rong Yingluo took out five arrows from the quiver and threw them one by one. Each time, they trembled and entered the mouth of the pot. Although it was very dangerous, two of them almost missed, but in the end, they all went in.

Gu Ce didn't miss any of her expressions or movements; he had already realized that she was doing it on purpose, her aim being to make her opponent underestimate her.

He also understands military strategy.

"Alright, you're the one." Princess Jinyang clapped her hands and cheered.

Prince Xuan's heir, Yuwen Tai, walked up to Gu Ce, looking at him with amusement: "Gu Ce, you married a merchant's daughter, today you're fawning over your imperial uncle, and now you're trying to curry favor with Princess Jinyang. Did you rise so quickly in rank by flattering the emperor?"

Rong Yingluo frowned. Why were those words said so harshly?

Flatter the emperor? Does he dare to act so recklessly? Even if he is the emperor's own nephew, he is still a subject. Does that mean he doesn't flatter the emperor?

"If you can't do it, you'll slander others, blind yourself to your own abilities and be jealous of those who are capable." Rong Yingluo looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.

But everyone could tell who she was talking about.

Ke Miaoran covered her mouth and chuckled. Rong Meimei really dared to say anything. She lived such a carefree life. Meeting Rong Meimei today had broadened her mind considerably.

The frustration of years of infertility has dissipated considerably.

"You..." Yuwen Tai's eyes darkened with anger.

"What you say, my lady, I wholeheartedly agree." Gu Ce took Rong Yingluo's hand, the smile in his eyes gradually spreading across his entire face.

Rong Yingluo rarely saw him smile, but seeing him today was like a warm spring breeze, and it was truly comforting to see.

Gu Ce's handsome face was enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

Rong Yingluo immediately turned her head away from looking.

"Big brother, stop talking nonsense. I'll have Mrs. Gu compete for me."

If she loses, I will never ask you for that BMW again; if she wins, you must give it to me.

"I won't let you suffer any loss either. I can give you a Go set made of white jade and black stone, which is worth a thousand gold pieces. It was a birthday gift from my father last year." Princess Jinyang couldn't wait any longer.

Rong Yingluo threw all five arrows in, making her the most skilled pitch-pot player she had ever seen. Besides her, there was no one else suitable for the time being.

Yuwen Tai was very reluctant; it was too humiliating for him to compete with a woman, and it would be an unfair victory.

But he had just agreed, and he couldn't back out now.

"Jinyang, your brother spoils you, that's why he agreed to let you find a substitute. If she loses, you can't cry and run to your imperial uncle to make a scene." Yuwen Tai was most afraid of her acting recklessly. Since his imperial uncle had spoken, he dared not disobey.

That was a BMW he had worked so hard to get; he really couldn't bear to give it away.

"Very well, this princess is a woman of her word." Princess Jinyang patted her chest and made her promise.

Yuwentai felt relieved.

"Young Madam Gu, please. I'm afraid you'll lose too badly, so please go first." He generously let Rong Yingluo throw first.

"Your Highness, confidence is a good thing, but even the best can make mistakes. Why don't you go first? I'm not afraid of setbacks." Rong Yingluo smiled, showing no sign of worry about losing the competition.

"Hmph, nonsense." Yuwen Tai sneered, "Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for bullying the weak."

"Young Madam Gu, the spout of the pot can hold a maximum of ten arrows. The one who hits the most arrows wins." Someone explained the rules to Rong Yingluo.

Rong Yingluo nodded.

Yuwen Tai stood in the designated position, picked up ten arrows with his left hand, and deliberately took a big step back to increase the distance between himself and the pot.

Holding an arrow in his right hand, he deliberately spun around once, but before he could even stand still, the arrow had already slipped from his grasp.

Rong Yingluo wanted to roll her eyes. In order to demonstrate his skill in pitch-pot, he made the movements more difficult to prove his superior skill.

In Rong Yingluo's eyes, this kind of man was just a pretentious rich young master.

Looking at his face, he is handsome, but unfortunately he has a mean and ungrateful look, so he must be a dark person behind the scenes.

The arrow landed steadily in the pot.

One after another, the arrows fell into the jar. Soon, Yuwen Tai only had two arrows left in his hand.

With very little space left in the pot, throwing the last two arrows in was much more difficult than before, truly testing one's accuracy and ability to control the arrows' trajectory.

At this point, Yuwen Tai dared not be careless anymore, and dared not maintain the big step he had just taken.

He stepped forward, stood in front of the marked distance line, held the arrow in his right hand, and tried several times before finally shooting. The arrow just barely missed the mouth of the pot, drawing applause from the crowd.

"Prince Xuan truly lives up to his reputation. If it were me, I would have had a hard time getting the seventh arrow into the mouth of the pot. Yet he managed to throw the ninth arrow so steadily. I'm truly impressed."

"Yeah, yeah, my best result is making five shots at most."

"Look closely, he's about to put in the tenth one. Once this one goes in, the bottle will be full."

As everyone was discussing this, Yuwen Tai hesitated seven or eight times over the tenth arrow in his hand, reluctant to let it go.

"Prince Xuan, they say things shouldn't happen more than three times. You've already raised and lowered your hand eight times. Why haven't you thrown it yet? Are you afraid of losing?" Rong Yingluo said with amusement.

This young master, who has no confidence at all, still boasts that he is the best pitch-pot player in the capital.

She strongly suspected that he was relying on his status to ensure no one dared to beat him. After all, he was the son of the emperor's half-brother, making him the emperor's closest nephew.

"Yes, Prince Xuan, no matter how many times you test him, you will eventually have to make a move. Why waste everyone's time? Are you a sore loser?" Gu Ce added fuel to the fire.

"Stop trying to provoke me." Yuwen Tai lowered his hand, glared at Rong Yingluo, and was very displeased with her mocking him.

"Please, go ahead." Rong Yingluo was silenced by his glare.

Provoked by Rong Yingluo and Gu Ce, Yuwen Tai raised his hand again.

This time, he only tested the waters twice before throwing the arrow.