"Yan Lady, Yan Lady, we've lost, we've lost..." Ling'er's panicked voice came rushing over.
Tang Yan had been waiting in the hut for news. Hearing this, her face lit up with joy. Unable to maintain her composure, she flung the door open and asked anxiously, "Ling'er, has Zhang Yan been defeated?"
Ling'er stood at the doorway, her mouth opening and closing as she shook her head repeatedly. Stammering, she said, "N-no, no! It's—it's Wang Pan who's been defeated..."
Tang Yan's expression changed drastically. With a loud "slap," she raised her hand and struck Ling'er across the face, shouting sharply, "Stop spouting nonsense!" Yet, for some reason, an inexplicable sense of foreboding began to spread in her heart.
Covering her face, Ling'er cried, "Yan Lady, it's true—it's really Wang Pan who's been defeated. Ling'er isn't lying…"
