Wang Qing laughed and pointed to the flower feather on Hai Ling's head: "Do I want this?"
“Alright,” Hai Ling nodded. It’s just a headdress, isn’t it? If she loses, she can have it. But whether she can get it or not depends on her luck. A smile played on her lips, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at Wang Qing. She wondered if this woman knew the saying, “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.” Today, she would use Wang Qing to let these young ladies of Bei Lu know that she was not someone to be trifled with. They would better not mess with her in the future, once and for all, so that no one would cause trouble for them.
"If I win, I'll take this from you."
Hai Ling pointed her delicate hand at Wang Qing's hair. The onlookers assumed that Hai Ling wanted the headdress on Wang Qing's head and laughed. Wang Qing nodded: "Okay, deal."
However, Hailin's next words made everyone's expression change.
Because she calmly said, "I want your hair."
Wang Qing was stunned, and the women around her were also a little stunned. Then they all came to their senses and looked at Hai Ling, wondering if she was joking. However, the woman in front of them was elegant and beautiful, but her dark eyes were cold and indifferent, without the slightest hint of a joke. So her bet really was Wang Qing's hair.
Wang Qing hesitated. She had bet her hair. If she lost, she would not only have to go bald, but the thought of that made her regret it. However, with so many eyes watching, she had provoked the other person. If she backed down now, she would lose.
Upon seeing Wang Qing's expression, Ye Liushuang knew that she wanted to back out. A flash of anxiety crossed her eyes as she slowly spoke.
"Alright, let's stop gambling. My cousin is new to Beilu and doesn't know much about these things. Let's just stop gambling and have some fun."
Ye Liushuang's words were ostensibly meant to help Hailing, but in reality, they were telling others that Hailing was new to Beilu and naturally not proficient in Beilu's traditional game of pitch-pot.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Wang Qing became bolder again and looked at Hai Ling: "Okay, I'll bet."
Hai Ling nodded, but her eyes were fixed on Ye Liushuang. The coldness in her eyes was colder than ice. Did she think she couldn't see through Hai Ling's little schemes? Ye Liushuang, I'm telling you, don't try to play tricks on me. Not only Hai Ling, but also Princess Zhaoyang Feng Yao, Xi Yan and other shrewd women could see that this was clearly something Ye Liushuang had started.
Wang Qing was merely being used, and everyone felt a pang of sympathy for her, but they still wanted to see who would win between the young lady of the Ji family and Wang Qing.
The two parties agreed on the bet and walked together towards the pitching game area, with everyone else following behind them, creating a lively scene.
In fact, Wang Qing was very confident in her pitching skills. She had been pitching since she was a child and had a near 100% success rate, which was known to everyone in the circle. That's why she stood up to challenge Hai Ling. Now that it was about her hair, Wang Qing was determined to be absolutely certain of success and hit the target 100% of the time.
The game of pitch-pot is actually just a small pot shaped like a vase. You stand about five meters away and throw all the small arrows in your hand into the pot. Everyone in Beilu knows how to play this game, but it's not popular in other places.
In the Northern Lu Kingdom, both adults and children play this game, but it is by no means easy to hit all the targets, nor can it be mastered overnight.
So although Wang Qing was initially a little worried, she was less worried when she saw the pot.
Everyone formed a circle, stepped back a bit, and made room for Wang Qing and Hai Ling to compete.
Just as it was about to begin, Hailin spoke.
"Miss Wang, since this is a game, let's change the way we play it."
"Well."
Wang Qing was taken aback, not understanding what Hai Ling meant, and stared at her.
Hai Ling ignored her attitude, slowly walked forward, then took the pitch-pot and walked a distance of about eight meters before stopping and putting it down.
"How about a distance of eight meters?"
Everyone was stunned. In the usual game of pitch-pot, the distance is set at five meters for men and eight meters for women. Who knew that this young lady from the Ji family would set it at eight meters, using the men's standard as the benchmark? Now, not only the women, but even the men sitting and drinking on the sidelines became interested and started paying attention to the situation.
The Ji family father and son were no exception. Fearing that their precious daughter would suffer, General Ji gave Ji Shaocheng a wink, signaling him to protect his sister.
Ji Shaocheng then obeyed the order and stood not far from the pitch-pot area, observing the changes in the field.
Ye Lingfeng, who had been sitting upright in the main seat, smiled as he looked at everything in the arena with deep eyes.
This girl is probably going to lose her temper, and anyone who messes with her will definitely suffer the consequences.
Ye Lingfeng's eyes suddenly darkened, and he glared coldly at the woman who had provoked Hai Ling. She was really asking for death.
Seeing the Emperor's ever-changing expression, Ji Cong, standing to one side, couldn't help but feel uneasy. The Emperor's emotions changed too quickly, making it difficult to keep track of them.
At this moment, on the pitch-pot field, Wang Qing's face turned pale and her body trembled. She never expected that Ji Hailing would set the women's pitch-pot to the men's format. Eight meters away, when had she ever pitched eight meters? It was impossible to hit the target.
People on one side started talking about it.
"How can you possibly hit that shot?"
"Yes, I'm afraid no one can make the shot."
The murmurs brought Wang Qing to her senses. Naturally, no one had hit the target, and Ji Hailing was unlikely to hit it either, so what was she afraid of? If neither of them hit the target, then it would be a tie. However, this was enough to show that the woman in front of her was very cunning, which was why she had set it up this way.
However, Hai Ling didn't care what others thought and still spoke expressionlessly: "In addition, all three arrows will be fired at the same time, and the outcome will be decided in one round."
"What? One game decides the winner?"
At this point, Wang Qing couldn't help but exclaim. Not only was the distance set at eight meters, but three small arrows had to be thrown at the same time, a battle to determine the winner! Who could possibly complete this? Even men don't throw three arrows at the same time. How could she possibly finish it?
"Miss Wang, are you too scared? You don't have the right to be arrogant, yet you dare to provoke others?"
A murderous aura settled over Hai Ling's pretty face, and her eyes flashed with a chilling coldness.
Not only Wang Qing, but all the other women were so frightened that they backed away, thinking to themselves that this woman was too unfathomable and that they should avoid provoking her in the future.
At this moment, many people became alert and secretly resolved never to provoke Ji Hailing again.
Wang Qing was filled with regret, but unfortunately there was no medicine for regret. She had fallen into Ye Liushuang's trap because of his provocation, and she never expected to end up like this.
"If you want to give up, fine, but I'm definitely taking this hair."
Hai Ling spoke coldly, intending to make an example of these women and let them know that if they fell into her hands, there would be no forgiveness, leniency, or mercy.
"Let's compete then."
Wang Qing shouted, "The worst that can happen is that I lose. I'll go all out and maybe I won't lose. It'll be this woman who loses. If she misses, this woman will miss even more."