The Emperor, too, didn't feel good about bowing out. It had been agreed that the gambler must accept the loss. To argue with a woman would tarnish the dignity of an emperor. And so, after several rounds, the Emperor realized he couldn't outshoot Nan Feng and gave up entirely, letting her take every shot.
Nan Feng didn't yield an inch. She didn't hide her talents just because the man beside her was the Emperor, but grew bolder instead.
The Emperor ended up just watching Nan Feng, her nimble figure darting around the forest, her arching stance, her running form. Sometimes when the prey she hit was too fierce, like a wild boar, and it was not killed in one shot and tried to attack her, the Emperor would consider lending her a hand.
But before the Emperor could make a move, Nan Feng would shoot her specially made Forget-Worries Arrow, and the boar had nowhere to escape.
The Emperor was stunned.
See, he wanted to conquer Nan Feng, but ended up thoroughly conquered by her.