Mo Chuan took a step forward and couldn't help but stretched out his right hand to her, wanting to hold her hand.
"Your Majesty, this is the inscription written by my concubine. Please take a look at it."
Shen Ning immediately turned away, her eyes drooped, and she took a step back without leaving a trace. She picked up the paper she had written on, bent her knees slightly, and presented it to him.
Her move was just right, as if he just reached out not to hold her hand, but to pick up the inscription she had written.
Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes present, no one noticed the subtleties.
Only a few people knew this, and Queen Mother Zhou was one of them.
Seeing Mo Chuan come down from the stage and approach her, Queen Mother Zhou's heart was always high. She was afraid that her most affectionate son would become willful and do something that would be disgraceful to the country and the royal family. things to come.
Just now, when she saw her son actually holding the hand of his niece-in-law in front of all the civil and military ministers of the court, Queen Mother Zhou's face could no longer be described as ugly. But then, Shen Ningluo's generous behavior resolved the confusion. Yan's embarrassment immediately made her sigh in relief.
She secretly patted her chest and thought: Not bad, lucky!
She couldn't help but stand in the stands and coughed heavily below.
Mo Chuan grabbed the inscription she gave him and slowly unfolded it. His eyes finally moved from her face to the inscription in his hand.
Because her voice was like a pool of cool water, extinguishing the fire burning in his chest and making him calm down quickly.
Especially when he heard the warning cough from the Queen Mother Zhou in the stands, he began to remember his identity and what an important occasion this was. As the king of a country, he could not make any mistakes whatsoever. Things of ritual.
"Tingxuan, you are proficient in the languages of Western Chu and Eastern Qin, and this inscription was written by you yourself. It is up to you to judge whether the Prince of Eastern Qin or Princess Dingyuan will win in this competition."
Mo Chuan handed the inscription written by Shen Ning to Ye Tingxuan.
Ye Tingxuan bowed and took it, spread it on the table, and took the inscription written by Namtso. He placed the two pieces side by side and began to compare them word for word.
Namcuo was confident, standing with his hands behind his back, high-spirited, and just smiled at Shen Ning, smiling arrogantly and proudly.
Shen Ning lowered her eyes slightly, neither looking at Namtso nor Mo Chuan, with a calm expression, as if she didn't care much about winning or losing in the test.
Everyone in the Western Chu Kingdom in the stands was stunned. They all had their eyes widened and their ears pricked up, nervously waiting for Ye Tingxuan to announce the results of the competition.
After a moment, Ye Tingxuan put down the two inscriptions in his hands, raised his head, his eyes were shining and his voice was clear and clear.
"Your Majesty, after careful identification by the common people, the princess should win this competition!"
Not only could he write Dong Qin characters, but he also spoke fluent Dong Qin dialect. After saying this sentence, he repeated what he just said loudly in Dong Qin dialect.
There was a sudden uproar in the stands on the east and west sides, as if a basin of cold water was poured into a boiling oil pan.
The people of the Eastern Qin State shouted one after another.
"nonsense!"
"impossible!"
"His Royal Highness will never lose!"
"You Western Chu people are cheating!"
But everyone in the Xichu stands was overjoyed. This result was completely beyond everyone's expectations. They were so shocked that they couldn't believe it.