"Qingluo won!"
Seated inside the tent, the young masters and mistresses from various courtyards couldn't help but cheer and clap excitedly, disregarding their family rules and propriety.
Old Master was so happy that his beard curled, and his cane tapped loudly on the floor.
Duke of Zhen was in a great mood, stroking his beard with a big smile.
Duchess of Zhen was beaming, and if it wasn't for her respect for her mother-in-law, she would've jumped up from her chair in excitement.
"Qingluo won, she really won."
Ye Xue'e was too nervous to see the details, but upon hearing the passionate cheers, she stretched out her neck to look at the center of the arena.
At this moment, Lin Qingluo had already run outside the arena, smiling as she helped Fifth Brother up.
"Qingluo, I'm impressed, you're amazing!"
Lin Jinlong patted off the dust on himself, gave a thumbs up, and admired Qingluo wholeheartedly.