This time, Shang Ruyi couldn't bring herself to cheer.
Such archery skills, didn't need to be praised with cheers, and moreover, this scene reminded her of the night before last, standing on the opposite riverbank, always parallel with that point of icy light.
At that time, it was Hua Ziyang who kept aiming arrows at her like this, eventually forcing her onto Huangtu Ridge!
She didn't consider herself a petty person, but that memory was too oppressive, always making her uncomfortable, so she turned around to leave.
But just as she turned, Hua Ziyang's voice came from behind—
"Madam, how does my archery compare to your husband's?"
Shang Ruyi's steps halted.
She slowly turned back, only to see Hua Ziyang had already put down the longbow and Arrow Tube, walking towards her. As he approached, she could feel the steam rising from his body; in such a bitter cold snowbound place, he still managed to sweat heavily, showing how diligent he was.
