Hong Qingyun had just emerged from his seclusion and naturally did not know that Hong Shisan had defeated Hong Mingyue.
"Ming Yue lost?" Hong Qingyun was shocked, looking at his most beloved granddaughter with disbelief.
Hong Mingyue was still holding the Crown Prince, Xiahou Qi, hostage, but her haggard appearance and dim eyes undoubtedly revealed her earlier embarrassment.
Hong Mingyue gave a wry smile, looking at her grandfather, who used to dote on her. Despair, heartache, and indifference flashed through her eyes, all the encouragement she once saw was notably absent.
It took her thirteen years to become a prodigy in everyone's eyes.
Yet, just because of one failure, all her efforts were utterly negated.
"Grandfather, Ming Yue was inferior in skill and has disappointed you." When Hong Mingyue uttered these words, her heart bled, her eyes reddened, and the hand that restrained Xiahou Qi trembled even more violently.
