"Mother, I have my own judgment." Hong Mingyue was still a picture of composure as she glanced at Ye Liuyun on the stage.
The recently victorious Ye Liuyun had a faint blush on her cheeks and her long hair fluttered in the wind, indeed she was in a class of her own in terms of elegance.
She was probably around sixteen or seventeen, with an adorable appearance that gave Hong Mingyue the impression that she bore some resemblance to Ye Lingyue.
Turning to look at the grandstand, where Xiahou Qi, who had now become the Crown Prince, looked slightly stunned with a face that seemed lost in thought.
As for Feng Xun not far away, he appeared as normal, seemingly unaffected by anything unusual.
Hong Mingyue slowly withdrew her gaze, sneering inwardly. Ye Liuyun's skills were quite good; had she not hurt Hong Yulang, she might have made it into the top three of the Daxia Imperial Competition this time.
