511 Reward (2)
Now that everyone was here, the official acting as the referee was about to shout for the match to begin.
Shen Yijia suddenly said, “Wait.”
She glanced at the smug Xuanyuan Ye opposite her and turned to look at the emperor. She bowed and said, “Since it’s a spar, will there be a reward after winning?”
The emperor narrowed his eyes and sized up Shen Yijia. After a long time, he said, “Of course. No matter which of you wins, I’ll reward you.”
“Then the emperor of Great Xia will allow the winner to do one thing,” Xuanyuan Ye said matter-of-factly.
Clearly, she was very confident in herself.
Shen Yijia’s eyes lit up. This reward was good. She liked it!
The emperor choked. These two people were really rude to each other, but at this time, as the emperor, he could not be so petty as to say no.
He coughed lightly and said, “As long as your request is reasonable, I’ll agree.”
He was right to say that. He couldn’t possibly agree to give up the throne if they asked, right?
As for what kind of request was reasonable, it was up to him.
Neither of them had any objections to his words.
Beside the arena was a row of shelves containing all kinds of weapons for the participants to choose from.
Seeing that Shen Yijia was standing still, Xuanyuan Ye did not take out her weapon.
She said in a tone that was almost charity, “I’m not the kind of person to take advantage of others. Madam Song, you should choose a suitable weapon.”
Shen Yijia blinked and said honestly, “There’s no need. I don’t know how to use those things.”
As soon as she finished speaking, not to mention Xuanyuan Ye, even the eyelids of the officials who were prepared to start at any moment twitched.
Madam Song didn’t even know how to use a weapon. Wasn’t she here to die?
The judge looked at the emperor blankly, not knowing what to do for a moment.
However, the emperor thought that he was asking if the match could start, so he nodded.
The judge was speechless.
Since the emperor had spoken, the referee did not dare to delay any longer. He looked at Shen Yijia sympathetically and shouted, “Begin.”
Xuanyuan Ye sneered. “Then I’ll let you…”
Unexpectedly, before she could finish, the person opposite her moved.
Without waiting for her to react, there were two crisp sounds. Xuanyuan Ye’s face immediately burned.
Everything happened too quickly. Everyone who was originally prepared to watch a visual feast was immediately in an uproar.
They were not close to each other to begin with. All they could see was a yellow phantom quickly approaching the young princess. Before they even knew how she attacked, the slap sounded.
“Why do you like to stare at other people’s men?” Shen Yijia was like a cat protecting its food, revealing her sharp claws.
Xuanyuan Ye was stunned for a moment. When she reacted, she felt all the humiliation surge into her heart.
In her entire life, no one had ever dared to touch a single hair on her head.
She glared at Shen Yijia with red eyes and gritted her teeth. “You’re courting death.”
With that, she suddenly pulled out the blade at her waist and stabbed it at Shen Yijia.
In order to prevent anyone from carrying weapons to assassinate the emperor, logically speaking, they would search everyone when they entered the palace.
However, because of Xuanyuan Ye’s identity, the staff did not dare to do the same to ordinary people. In addition, her soft sword was wrapped in her belt, so they let her in.
Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows and quickly dodged the sword. She reached out and grabbed Xuanyuan Ye’s wrist, grinning at her.
Xuanyuan Ye’s scalp tingled from her smile, and an inexplicable panic surged in her heart.
The next second, the soft sword fell to the ground with a crack. The pain in her wrist made her scream.
She had been doted on by everyone since she was young. When had she ever suffered such pain? Then, she fainted.
Shen Yijia looked at the person who had fainted from the pain in disdain. She pursed her lips and reached out to grab Xuanyuan Ye’s collar to lift her up. She was about to throw her off the arena when a strong killing intent suddenly attacked her from behind.
Shen Yijia’s heart tightened. This killing intent was the most dangerous she had sensed in her two lifetimes, making it impossible for her to avoid it. For a moment, she even felt that she was about to die on the spot.
With a sharp ding, a black figure suddenly stood behind her, and the killing intent disappeared.
If not for the fact that Shen Yijia had really felt it, she would have thought that she was hallucinating.
Shen Yijia glanced at the two thin silver needles nailed to the edge of the arena.
One was to kill her, and the other was to save her.
She turned around and looked at the person behind her. She tilted her head and asked, “I’m hitting your daughter. Why did you save me?”
