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.
