บท 41: The Last Arrow

Li Wenmin strolled into the tent after disappearing yet again. No one knew where he wandered off, but they didn't mind. He glanced at Xueyue's plate of pastries and stole one from her.

Narrowly, he dodged the small kick aimed for his shin. Chuckling, he patted her head to which she scrunched her nose.

"Now that all the greetings are done, the competition will start soon. Archery will kick off the competition, so get ready." Li Wenmin nodded towards the handmaidens who quickly stepped forward.

"Follow them and they'll help you change into your attire. Chenyang has already inspected the equipment and reserved one for you," he added while keeping a poker face on, as if he hadn't hatched a secret plan with his twin behind her back.

Xueyue was rather perceptive and she eyed the suspicious-looking twins. Although their expressions were neutral and nothing seemed wrong, their eyes wouldn't make contact with hers. She crossed her arms.