She considered herself quite skilled at chess, but how could she convince Luo Zhiheng to play a chess match with her?
Luo Zhiheng was very clever; she had already guessed Li Xian'er's thoughts pretty accurately. But she couldn't say it out loud, otherwise Li Xian'er would definitely go back on her word. So she sneered arrogantly and said, "Li Xian'er, I'll let you choose first. Don't give me any more nonsense and choose quickly. No matter what you choose, I can beat you up. You'll be terrified of me from now on and won't dare to come near me."
Li Xian'er angrily said, "Luo Zhiheng, don't be so arrogant! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Luo Zhiheng smiled sinisterly, "Aren't you afraid of me? It's alright, as long as your head is afraid, as long as your face is afraid. Actually, it feels really good to slap your face, since you're so fat."
Li Xian'er's face turned pale and then red, her chest heaving violently with anger.
Luo Zhiheng whistled casually and said, "Tsk tsk, you're not only chubby in the face, but also in the chest. Your man might like you more because of your plumpness in the future."
This was blatant flirting and mockery. How could Li Xian'er, a young virgin, withstand this? Especially in front of so many men and women? Her eyes immediately reddened, and she angrily declared, "Luo Zhiheng! I'll show you what my fate will be! I choose to play chess!"
It's done!
Luo Zhiheng's eyes lit up, and she pretended to be hesitant, saying, "Have you thought this through? We're playing chess, so don't regret it later!"
"Hmph, I'm confident I can handle a fool like you!" Li Xian'er said arrogantly.
After both sides agreed, the final two competitors took to the field. The tables and chairs were already set up, as were the chessboards. Luo Zhiheng and Li Xian'er first compared their number of pieces. Li Xian'er, with more pieces, took the white pieces and moved first, while Luo Zhiheng took the black pieces.
Comparing women's chess skills is quite interesting. Whether a woman is enjoyable to marry is a matter of great importance. Women who can play chess are generally quite intelligent, and a woman who plays chess very well can be described as having foresight and a keen eye for strategy.
As always, Luo Zhiheng was the one who was not favored, because among the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, only music and chess truly tested one's intelligence.
But everyone was still looking forward to Li Xian'er, after all, she was of noble status and a girl, and it would be a great honor to marry her.
Li Xian'er was full of confidence, while Luo Zhiheng remained leisurely. Unlike Li Xian'er, who was nervous and fearful yet overjoyed, Luo Zhiheng played as if she were playing, making each move seem casual.
There are people recording next to them who will quickly draw out the situation after each move and pass it on to the people outside the arena. There are four large vertical chessboards facing four directions outside the arena, and the game will be set up for everyone to see as soon as possible. There are quite a few people here who understand chess.
Even after leaving the scene, Murong Qianxue's assessment of Luo Zhiheng was still summed up in four words: unfathomable!
She sat on the resting table, her servants and maids standing beside her. She lazily stared at the upright chessboard, occasionally glancing at Luo Zhiheng herself. Seeing her languid demeanor, she couldn't help but purse her lips: "Could it be that I've misjudged someone? Where's the unfathomable depth in this guy? He's practically a spoiled brat." (That's right.)
The chess game was chaotic. It seemed that Luo Zhiheng followed Li Xian'er wherever she went, making the game extremely messy. Luo Zhiheng's behavior was clearly not how she played chess, and it forced Li Xian'er to disrupt her own mental chess game.
At first, Li Xian'er looked down on Luo Zhiheng for walking like that, but she found herself struggling more and more. Although every step Luo Zhiheng took seemed ridiculous, something was gradually becoming clear. Li Xian'er realized she was being forced into a corner, with no way to retreat but to move forward!
Looking back suddenly, she realized that all her chess pieces had been broken up by Luo Zhiheng, and none of them could be connected.
Li Xian'er, unable to bear it any longer, looked up and glared at her angrily: "You scoundrel! Who plays chess like this? If you don't know how, just admit defeat quickly, or I'll force you to a complete defeat and make you lose face."
Luo Zhiheng smiled at Li Xian'er with that terrifying face, saying casually with a hint of contempt, "Oh, you're so powerful. Then I'll wait and see how you make me suffer."
As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Zhiheng placed a piece behind Li Xian'er's white piece, and another tail-cutting gank broke the trap that Li Xian'er was about to set up.
Luo Zhiheng's move finally caused Li Xian'er's expression to change drastically!
"You!" Li Xian'er was furious.
Luo Zhiheng chuckled leisurely, "If you don't play properly, you're going to die."
Li Xian'er stared in disbelief at the devastated state of the game, a sense of dread creeping into her heart. Luo Zhiheng shouldn't know how to play chess, and every move she made seemed chaotic and disjointed. How could Luo Zhiheng's seemingly haphazard moves have managed to trap her in a fortified position?
Li Xian'er played chess more cautiously and finally realized she needed to pay attention to Luo Zhiheng's pieces.
Without a second thought, Luo Zhiheng casually placed a piece next to Li Xian'er's white piece. Once again, she seemingly unintentionally intercepted Li Xian'er's move.
There was an uproar outside the stadium!
Those who had been looking down on Luo Zhiheng for causing trouble fell silent. Luo Ningshuang, who had been waiting to see Luo Zhiheng make a fool of herself, stopped laughing. Murong Qianxue, thinking she had misjudged someone, also sat up abruptly!
Luo Zhiheng's move was crucial, because it suddenly made the seemingly chaotic game appear connected, though no one could pinpoint exactly what had changed. Among them were skilled players who diligently analyzed Luo Zhiheng's moves, finding them quite profound.
Murong Qianxue squinted and murmured, "This day is indeed extraordinary. Is this... a complete annihilation?"
The judges stared wide-eyed, finally emerging from their gloom, and began to study Luo Zhiheng's game. Some of the judges, who were even experts in chess, took out their treasured chess manuals and started searching for the secrets behind it.
Sweat beaded on Li Xian'er's forehead. Once again, she was backed into a corner. Only now did she realize that Luo Zhiheng had been forcing her to move forward all along. Initially, she had planned to establish a foothold here and launch a decisive attack on Luo Zhiheng, then sweep through Luo Zhiheng's defenses with overwhelming force. But she never imagined that every move she made was not what she wanted. Suddenly realizing it, she understood that every step she took was a forced and helpless act.
Li Xian'er broke out in a cold sweat! Her hand holding the white piece trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the whole board, she didn't know where to place her piece.
Luo Zhiheng raised an eyebrow, deftly spinning a bright black piece, and said softly yet with a murderous intent, "Wherever you land, your fate is the same: you will be... killed without mercy by me!"
"I don't believe it!" Li Xian'er exclaimed in shock and anger, and her chess piece landed with a thud in the corner of the empty space!
With this move, Li Xian'er's pieces were able to connect in one way, but they were still weak. However, compared to Luo Zhiheng's disorganized moves, Li Xian'er could still be considered to have won.
"No way? Li Xian'er won?" Murong Qianxue murmured in dissatisfaction, "Useless Luo Zhiheng, I thought she was so great."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They knew Luo Zhiheng, that good-for-nothing, wouldn't win. If she won at chess, then everyone else should just die, right? This so-called mysterious chess game is just laughable.
In the distance came the sound of galloping hooves, growing more rapid and intense...
Luo Zhiheng ignored the cheers and jeers from outside the arena, and disregarded Li Xian'er's smugness. A roguish, arrogant smile played on his lips as he slowly moved a black piece onto the board…
The thunder of hooves roared in, followed by a sharp, mournful cry that pierced the air: "Princess Consort, the Prince is critically ill!!"
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The sharp sound, like a piercing sword, instantly struck Luo Zhiheng's heart. Her raised hand froze, and with a snap, the black chess piece fell onto the chessboard, jumping out of the game.
Luo Zhiheng didn't have time to think about anything else. She suddenly stood up, knocking over the chair in the process. Her face was pale and her mind went blank for a moment. She couldn't describe her feelings; it was just so painful and so empty. Once she came to her senses, she immediately ran off the stage.