First place in the West Mountain Hunt, Ye Sheng.
The eldest madam and the old madam could not accept this result.
In their eyes, the bastard son, Ye Sheng, had actually become the first place in the West Mountain Hunt, and Ye Kun, whom they had placed high hopes on, had been defeated. This contrast was too great, and it made the old madam feel as if she was about to faint.
The first Madam's expression was ferocious, and her eyes were spitting fire. She was no longer elegant. She stared fiercely at the servant and asked, "The twelve sons are really the top hunter in the West Mountain?"
The servant knelt on the ground and trembled as he said, "Reporting to the first madam and the old madam, the twelfth young master is really number one, and the second is not even the first young master."
"What?"The first madam could not accept this blow. Her son was not number one, and now he was not even number two.