The Empress’ Livestream
chapter-68

Chapter 68: I’m Impressed, My Host (III)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wei Jingxian was not in any state of mind to talk, but since Wan Xiu’er was talking to her, she had to be polite.

“She managed to hunt for food with that loose bow back then. Aiming at a piece of fruit 100 steps away will not be hard for her. I think Zheng Langjun will have his pride handed back to him,” Wei Jingxian said. “If she loses, it would not look good for her. But if she wins, no one will care about how this all started or ended. They will only remember Liu Lanting’s archery skills.”

Wei Jingxian’s words were really for Jiang Pengji’s sake.

If you dare humiliate me, I will step on your pride.

As usual, Jiang Pengji’s demeanor remained cool as she released her last arrow. Within the blink of an eye, a soft thud sounded as the arrow hit its target dead center.

Everyone was speechless. Even Feng Jin’s eyes flashed with amazement.

“Your bow…” Feng Jin took the bow from Jiang Pengji. As he held it, he knew it was not an ordinary bow. He tried to draw it and was surprised by the draw weight. “This is at least one stone, right?”

“Hm, it is. But it’s lighter and still quite new. When I drew it fully, the bow felt like it wasn’t happy with me.”

Jiang Pengji saw Feng Jin’s expression and silently voiced her thoughts in her head: Don’t speak anymore. I want to be alone.

One stone? Even an adult male would not be able to draw it to its full potential, yet Jiang Pengji had done so without breaking a sweat.

The audience in the stream was dumbfounded. One stone of draw weight… That was insanely awesome, right?

Zhiai Tieguanyin: “Although I have no idea what’s going on, I still have to pretend that I get it. That host is insanely awesome.”

Meishaonu Zhanshi Ayuan: “Anyone good in history? What’s ‘one stone’?”

Shuibian Sanguo Nanshen: “#smug smile. That would depend on the timeline. One stone would typically be between 30 and 60 kilograms. I’m not too sure about the host’s world, but based on that Feng boy’s expression, I’m guessing it’s not something a normal 12-year-old boy could do.”

Jiang Pengji ignored the stream as the viewers discussed the exact measurements of “one stone.”

She had not forgotten her goal. She smiled naturally as she faced Zheng Bin. She yelled, “Now it’s your turn!”

It was impossible for Zheng Bin to stop now. If he were to reject the challenge or back off, he would be humiliated.

He had taken his anger out on Liu Lanting’s servant; now, Liu Lanting was practically slapping him in the face because of it.

Zheng Bin controlled his temper and ignored his page boy’s pleading gaze. He ordered the boy to stand 50 paces away with a kiwi on his head.

Xu Ke had been calm and collected, but Zheng Bin’s page boy was obviously terrified. His legs trembled, and the kiwi on his head tottered. When he saw his young master raise his bow, his legs collapsed beneath him, and the front of his robes grew wet. He had peed himself in fright!

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows before she whistled. Then she gave the fuming Zheng Bin a wide smile that revealed her pearly white teeth.

“Boring. I’m not playing anymore.”

Zhongyang Qunuan Kongtiao: “Lemme say something— Eh, running after showing off? That felt f*cking good!”

Jiang Pengji: “…”

Zheng Bin: “…”

Taxue and Xu Ke hurriedly took their places by her side as her horse proudly strutted behind her.

Zheng Bin finally regained himself. He threw his bow to the floor in a fit of anger before he cried out, “You boor!”

Feng Jin, who was quietly watching the spectacle, looked at the sky and then at the ground. He refused to look at Zheng Bin.

Wuma Jun was flabbergasted. It took him a while before he uttered, “Strange. When did the Liu family raise such a hooligan?”

“There are many foolish young men out there. Once he’s older, he will be better behaved.”

Feng Jin’s response explained the situation. It was a dispute between foolish young men who had been overcome by their emotions. Liu Lanting was defiant because it was a fad.

In the Yangcheng County of Dongqing, it was fashionable to be “wild.” Some noble Langjuns even shed their clothes and streaked naked. Liu Lanting’s behavior was tame compared to that.

Shangguan Wan had seen everything from her view on the horse. She did not like Zheng Bin and was elated to see what had happened to him.

“I didn’t know that brother Lanting would hold a grudge.”

Shangguan Wan could not dismount by herself, so the horse walked toward Jiang Pengji.

“Hold a grudge? Shangguan Wan, you’re wrong. Your Brother Lanting is straightforward and upright. I don’t hold grudges.” Jiang Pengji smiled.

To anyone else, those words could have sounded shameless and arrogant. But before anyone could grumble about it, Jiang Pengji continued. “That’s because I prefer to take my revenge immediately. Why should I waste effort trying to remember a grudge?”

Jiang Pengji reached up to help Shangguan Wan off the horse. “Help me tell Wei Jingxian: none of the men here are suitable for her.”

Wei Jingxian came from a prestigious family. There was no need for her to rush out and inconvenience herself over marriage. In the olden days, marriage was for life. Women had to be careful about who they chose as their husbands.

“I understand,” Shangguan Wan said. But she was a little unwilling to return to the other noble girls. “I will tell Wei Jingxian when we’re alone.”

The annulment between Liu Lanting and Wei Jingxian had yet to be disclosed, and Shangguan Wan was just trying to cover it up. She might be young, but she was wise.

Jiang Pengji turned around to deal with Xu Ke.

“We’ll talk when we get back,” she said unhappily. Her face was devoid of any emotions.

On the other side of the assembly, Wuma Jun’s curiosity about Jiang Pengji grew.

His eyes sparkled when he looked at Jiang Pengji. “He may be impulsive, but he’s definitely promising. Huaiyu, introduce us?”

When Jiang Pengji noticed Feng Jin walking over with another person, she raised her eyebrows. “Your brother?” she said.

Feng Jin flushed red. “Lanting, don’t jest. Have you forgotten him? When we were in the bandit’s’ den, you met him.”

Bandits’ den? When was that? Wuma Jun was at a loss.

Jiang Pengji gave a small smile. “Oh? Now that you mention it, I do remember.”

Wuma Jun’s eyelids twitched. He had no idea what they were talking about.

“That day, the fourth Langjun was suffering from a high fever and was unconscious. If you had not taken us in, he might have…” Feng Jin’s attitude was very relaxed, as though he was talking about the weather. “I wanted to introduce you two at that time, but some situations arose, so we were delayed until now.”

Wuma Jun froze. Jiang Pengji was his benefactor?