Chapter 31: Dear, Come Out
writer:Mo Qianlan      update:2022-08-17 15:35
  “The loss of the Fourth Prince is Jun Mohuang’s greatest loss!”


  Su Zhiyu’s supporters immediately followed suit to support Feng Yunyi.

  They didn’t believe that someone with greater talent, strength, and a more honorable status than the Fourth Prince would appear in Huan Yun.

  Thus, no matter how beautiful Jun Mohuang was, she was destined to find a man who fell short of the Fourth Prince.

  Compared to Su Zhiyu, she would always be a loser.

  Having figured this out, Su Zhiyu’s expression became even more arrogant. She glanced at Jun Mohuang, full of mockery and contempt.

  The focus of everyone fell on Jun Mohuang once again, waiting for her to fall apart under the ridicule and flee the scene crying.

  However, Jun Mohuang’s expression was calm as ever, and she had no intention of saying anything.

  She stared straight at the sword at Yunyi’s waist, obviously more interested in that.

  Feng Yunqi shook his fan, and loudly said, “Humph, how do you know Miss Jun can’t find someone better? A bunch of ignorant people. There are many young talents here beside Fourth Bro.”


  As someone who wanted to ride on her coattails, he had to support her at this time, and not let her be bullied by others.

  “Sixth Bro, don’t talk nonsense. She has no strength at all, and can’t even leave Huan Yun. How could she find someone better than me, a prince?”


  Seeing that his charm wasn’t as good as the sword at his waist, Feng Yunyi, who had always been confident, couldn’t bear such contempt.

  To go to the southern territory of Huan Yun, one had to pass the examination of the Qianhuan Academy.

  Jun Mohuang didn’t have the slightest strength nor the qualifications to pass the test.

  “And I’m very confident that there’s no better marriage partner than me in the city.”


  “Really? If I find someone better than you, you will give me the sword at your waist. Oh, you’ll also give me 1,000 Spirit Stones and let me slap Su Zhiyu 10 times.”


  Jun Mohuang finally spoke.

  She smiled lightly, her beautiful eyes looking forward, infinite vigor flowing in her eyes like black gems.

  “No problem. I will generously give you a year. If you can’t find one a year later—”


  Feng Yunyi agreed directly without thinking. Before he could finish his words, Su Zhiyu cut him off.

  “Yunyi, how could you agree to this condition?!”


  Jun Mohuang was so sinister to make slapping her a condition!

  “Yu’er, this trash can’t win anyways. The conditions she raised won’t matter.”


  Feng Yunyi was certain that Jun Mohuang couldn’t win.

  “Why? The dignified Miss Su, the first goddess of Huan City, is actually afraid of betting with me? You’re as timid as trash,” Jun Mohuang ridiculed casually.

  Against an arrogant woman like Su Zhiyu, stimulating her pride was the most effective method.

  “Humph, who said I didn’t dare? Fine, let’s bet on it. If you lose, you’ll let me treat you however I want!” Su Zhiyu responded without hesitation.

  Jun Mohuang nodded. “No problem. Deal.”


  Su Zhiyu raised her beautiful head proudly. “Then we will see the difference in a year. I advise you to admit defeat early!”


  “No need for a year. You’ve already lost. Dear, come out, sorry for the wait.”


  Jun Mohuang suddenly smiled sweetly and hooked her finger in a certain direction in the crowd.