The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 92: Love Affair with the Embroidered Ball (Part 2)

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Love Affair with the Embroidered Ball (Part 2)

Su Li arrived at a particularly bad point in time; the first round of the Embroidery Ball contest had already started.

Even if Su Li yelled stop now, the Embroidery Ball wouldn’t fly back into her hands.

Moreover...

Su Li stood up and, with graceful, lotus-like steps, looked down through the gauze, easily picking out a deeply familiar face from the crowd below.

That person, still with a youthful countenance and features tinged with greenness, not as beautiful as herself, but could still be considered an ethereal beauty.

She was Wen Rou, who would become the Empress of Zhao Country.

Not far from Wen Rou, a man clad in blue, his handsome face wrapped in a gloom, stared unfriendly at the Embroidery Ball flying towards him.

The man’s face darkened as he flung the Embroidery Ball flying towards him away with a swipe of his hand, yet soon after, Wen Rou, dressed as a man in a short tunic, kicked it right back in front of him.

Su Li watched, almost bursting into laughter.

They were truly ridiculous.

A woman, one who did not even intend to snatch the Embroidery Ball, yet these two were participating in this marriage-seeking toss of the Embroidery Ball. Did they never regard others seriously, or was the most important affair to the Su Family in their eyes merely a game?

Xuanyuan Jian was about to burst into laughter; as the Embroidery Ball once again flew towards him, the covetous looks from those around him and their malevolent tactics especially disgusted him, but what angered him the most was Wen Rou’s behavior.

It was clear how he felt, yet Wen Rou acted as if she couldn’t understand, avoiding him all day, and even annoyingly kicking this infuriating Embroidery Ball towards him again and again. Did she want him to become the Su Family’s fortunate son-in-law?

Or was it that, after losing the initiative, she would choose his older brother?

The more Xuanyuan Jian thought, the angrier he became, his brooding aura almost materializing.

In a turn, as Xuanyuan Jian’s rage reached its peak, he saw, at the back, a forlorn beggar crouching on the ground, which provided an outlet for his fury.

Su Li saw Xuanyuan Jian’s toes tap on the swiftly spinning Embroidery Ball, which, as if it had eyes, flew over the heads of the bustling crowd, racing straight into the arms of the beggar under the flower terrace.

"Ah, where’s the Embroidery Ball..."

"Yes, where is the Embroidery Ball, why is it gone?"

"Lady, it seems the ball is gone..."

The two maids standing on the upper floor also strained their necks to look down, their hands clutching handkerchiefs nervously.

Su Zhao-shi, standing in another pavilion, also felt apprehensive, continuously guessing that after some time had passed, it was time to see the result.

Su Li coldly watched, then suddenly said, "It’s going to end."

Her personal maid was startled, surprised as she asked, "Lady, what do you mean by it’s going to end? Did someone snatch it?"

She quickly glanced at the most eligible below.

Young Master Xu, Young Master Yan, Young Master Cao, and others were all empty-handed, looking around everywhere, the Embroidery Ball not in their hands.

Who could have snatched it...

"What’s wrong with you, I heard Miss Su is considered the unparalleled beauty of Chaozhou City, such a great beauty and you’re not interested?"

"I kindly kicked the Embroidery Ball to you, why didn’t you catch it, what a waste of my efforts."

While everyone stood dumbfounded, searching around for the Embroidery Ball, Wen Rou, pouting unhappily, complained loudly to Xuanyuan Jian as he approached her.

Xuanyuan Jian, his gaze dangerous, grabbed Wen Rou’s chin, his smile growing more captivating, "You have such a good heart..."

In an instant, Wen Rou was dazzled by the beauty of Xuanyuan Jian and muttered softly, "A man being prettier than a woman, what is this?"

Seeing the adoration in Wen Rou’s eyes, a hint of pride flashed in Xuanyuan Jian’s eyes, but he tightened his grip, quickly leaving a mark on Wen Rou’s chin.

"Remember, do not presume to make decisions for me; you cannot bear the consequences of my anger."

Xuanyuan Jian’s threat did not scare Wen Rou; rather, it provoked her rebellious spirit.

Wen Rou stiffened her neck and retorted harshly, "How come even a beauty like Miss Su isn’t good enough for you..."

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Jian laughed wickedly and leaned close to Wen Rou, "How could someone like her be suitable for me? I’ve said it, only you are worthy to stand by my side."

Wen Rou’s cheeks flushed crimson from Xuanyuan Jian’s actions.

"You and her are as different as heaven and earth; she is only worthy of..."

Before Xuanyuan Jian could finish his sentence, a surprised voice echoed through the venue.

"I, I... the embroidered ball is here with me..."

Following the voice, a man with greasy hair, wearing tattered clothes, and a shoe with a hole lay on the ground, unable to discern his age, clasping the now-stained red embroidered ball in his arms.

The tensely flushed faces of those standing upstairs turned deathly pale at this moment.

"Mi, Miss..."

Su Li stood with a cold face, head hung low, lost in thought. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Miss, don’t worry, the Old Master would never agree to this."

"I, the embroidered ball is here with me..."

The little beggar stood up, holding the ball, nervously avoiding the surrounding scrutinizing gazes.

"Why is it with you? Hand it over quick."

Young Master Xu harshly pushed through the crowd to the beggar, about to lift his hand and take the ball.

"I say, if it’s to be given, it should be given to me," Young Master Cao also insisted, preparing to take the ball from the beggar.

No one present thought the little beggar deserved to hold the embroidered ball.

Su Zhao-shi stood up, stroking his beard, ready to declare the contest void and to start anew.

However, before he could speak, a woman’s voice pierced through the crowd and interjected.

"Hey, what is going on here? Clearly, this person got the embroidered ball; what are you all trying to do?"

Dressed as a man, Wen Rou, visibly displeased, pulled Xuanyuan Jian over to the beggar’s side, and addressed the crowd again, "Since the embroidered ball ended up in his possession, naturally, he is the victor of this contest; congratulations to the Su Family..."

"This sir, no... this lady, you are mistaken." Scholar Yan gently smiled and said, "Not only did he not participate, but his status... should not count."

"How about I just give them the ball," the little beggar cowered behind Wen Rou, looking frightened, "I, I just, just forget it."

"No way." Wen Rou, with her hands on her hips and frowning unhappily, said, "Since the Su Family set such rules, how can we just say it doesn’t count?"

Su Zhao-shi descended from upstairs with a stern face, "Young lady, do not persist stubbornly, this concerns my daughter’s lifelong happiness, not a trifling matter."

Unconcerned at her identity as a woman being repeatedly called out, Wen Rou’s voice grew louder, "Then I shall discuss this with Old Master Su..."