Chapter 1694 - 1687: Rude Saint Ruan, Such a Sharp Tongue!

Chapter 1694 -1687: Rude Saint Ruan, Such a Sharp Tongue!

But what was with the way she spoke?

Getting up like it was nothing?

How could she be more confident about it than even herself?

Lin Sisi saw through her thoughts, sizing her up and down. “Your fall wasn’t serious. Are you really going to whine about it?”

Lin Yu was stunned again.

That soft, feminine voice, yet those sharp, commanding words.

Was she mistaken?

Why did she feel like Lin Sisi was more like a man?

“Stop looking at me and look at yourself. Figure out where you began to fall behind and how you ended up losing.”

Lin Sisi pushed Lin Yu back onto the competition stage, instructing her to go over each move carefully. Lin Yu recalled, “On the fifth move, he struck toward my face with his fist. I started dodging, and after that, he kept targeting my face. Isn’t that kind of despicable?”

“Exploiting the enemy’s weaknesses and attacking them—how is that despicable?”

Lin Sisi pointed at one of the infantry soldiers below the stage. “When you fought him earlier and noticed his unstable foundation and weak strength, didn’t you just grab him up and keep hitting his weakest spots until he couldn’t retaliate at all?”

Lin Yu nodded shamefully. “Yes.”

“Then why, when it’s someone else’s turn, is it suddenly unacceptable to attack your weaknesses? Is your face really that important?”

Lin Sisi didn’t seem to notice how stark the contrast was between her serious voice and the way she directly pinched Lin Yu’s face.

“Ow!”

Lin Yu shouted, frowning in pain.

Lin Sisi pinched her cheek, as though she had found her Achilles’ heel.

Lin Sisi’s voice lowered, carrying weight. “Pain? You want to be a female general, to compete for glory on the imperial stage, and still cry out in pain so brazenly on a martial platform?”

Lin Yu’s face was tense, her fists clenched tightly. “I…”

Why couldn’t she shout in pain?

Lin Sisi was pinching her face! A woman’s appearance is her most prized asset!

If she ended up disfigured during this competition, how would she ever get married in the future?

“Miss Chu, let go of me!”

Lin Yu wanted to struggle and break free.

But instead of letting go, Lin Sisi pinched her face even harder, causing Lin Yu to squirm in genuine pain.

“Holy hell! So brutal!”

Saint Ruan, observing from the side, widened his eyes in disbelief.

Truly, this was none other than Lin Sisi!

Standing by him, Ye Hongru seemed distressed and at a loss. “Mr. Ruan, isn’t this Miss Chu being… a little excessive? If she ends up disfiguring Lin Yu, it’ll be bad!”

The journey to the women’s martial competition had been arduous. If Lin Yu gave up now, the other women would surely be affected. By the time they reached the royal court’s grand competition stage, they’d be one person short!

He and Great General Lin had worked so hard to reach this point; they couldn’t fail here…

“Don’t worry.” A calm and clear voice interrupted from a distance as Chu Jinling placed a hand on Ye Hongru’s shoulder. “She’s absolutely right.”

From far away, Chu Jinling had noticed that silhouette on the stage, one that almost made him rush straight up and embrace her, yelling “Sisi.”

Her figure was strikingly similar to Lin Sisi’s.

The things she said and her actions were even more uncannily alike.

What held him back was her voice—delicate and sweet.

His Sisi didn’t sound like that.

She hated such affected and pretentious girls the most.

So, he stood at the side and watched for a while.

On the martial platform, Lin Yu was still struggling. “Miss Chu, you can’t ruin my face! Without my face, how can I get married in the future?”

“Married?” Lin Sisi sneered. “Do you even realize the path you’ve chosen? Competing in martial trials, enlisting in the army, becoming a soldier or a general—this is a path of endless hardship and danger, and you’re still nursing petty dreams like that?”

“Are you still hoping you’ll climb the imperial stage, and marry a powerful general as your husband?” Lin Sisi snapped sharply at her.

“You…”

Lin Yu felt like all her secrets had been laid bare. She stopped struggling, her face etched with grievances and panic.

She figured everything out!

Seeing the fear in Lin Yu’s eyes, Lin Sisi felt deeply disappointed.

She released her grip and walked off the martial platform.

As she passed Ye Hongru, she said, “Lin Yu isn’t suited to be a female general. She won’t win.”

“Are you sure about that?” Ye Hongru grew anxious. “Miss Chu, why not give her another chance? Among the top three competitors in the women’s martial trial, Lin Yu is the most hardworking and determined!”

The other two women, while skilled in martial arts, came from noble families. They carried an air of arrogance, and their ability to endure the hardships of military life was questionable.

Only Lin Yu, who came from a poor background, was willing to struggle tirelessly and keep climbing upward.

“You haven’t even understood her motives. If she manages to reach the grand stage of the imperial court, she will undoubtedly draw attention. Yet she cherishes her appearance too much to suffer any injury, which means she’s not someone who can truly give her all.

With distractions in her heart and divided focus, she’ll never become a Lin Sisi.”

Lin Sisi grew so impassioned she even used herself as an example.

This struck a nerve with Chu Jinling, who was standing nearby.

Chu Jinling’s voice turned cold. “No one can become Sisi!”

Lin Sisi froze.

She knew he was here, but she had tried to avoid drawing his attention. To her surprise, the mere mention of herself had triggered such a reaction from him… This intense.

“Greetings, Prince Ling.” Lin Sisi immediately bowed.

Chu Jinling narrowed his eyes slightly. “How do you know who I am?”

Her bow had been far too practiced.

Lin Sisi stiffened.

Damn, she’d slipped up!

“Prince Ling is renowned for your unparalleled beauty, your ability to command the royal court with authority and write masterpieces for the common folk. At such a young age, unmarried no less, what woman in the world doesn’t know who you are?”

Leaning against a pillar, Saint Ruan interjected with his usual flair. He patted Lin Sisi’s shoulder. “She’s one of my patients, a wandering heroine. Her face is, well, inconvenient to show, but she’s got a good eye for sure. Also, let’s not forget that voice—pleasant to hear! Even if her, er, figure isn’t quite… what everyone hopes for, wouldn’t she make a fine confidante, Prince Ling?”

His audacity knew no bounds, and in that moment, Chu Jinling’s budding suspicions dissolved completely.

He shook his head. “No need. I don’t need a confidante. Sisi is enough.”

Listening to Chu Jinling’s outright rejection, Lin Sisi couldn’t tell if she wanted to laugh or cry.

Ah, my dear Jinling, you truly are chaste, not giving anyone even the slightest chance to get close!

Oh well.

Lin Sisi was comforted. But “Miss Chu” felt a pang of frustration.

“Why do you carry the surname Chu? What did you do before in the jianghu?” Chu Jinling continued scrutinizing her.

Just as Lin Sisi was about to speak, Saint Ruan once again opened his mouth with shameless candor. “Isn’t it obvious? She admired you, Prince Ling! A name is easily changed in the jianghu. She’s already honored to carry your surname, regardless of whether she becomes your confidante!”

Lin Sisi felt an intense urge to punch him, while Ye Hongru’s scalp crawled with discomfort.

Saint Ruan’s shamelessness truly knew no bounds!

And this “Miss Chu”…

Even Ye Hongru couldn’t help but admire how deeply she seemed to revere Prince Ling!

Seeing Ye Hongru’s indescribable expression, Lin Sisi tried to offer an awkward clarification. “I… I have no intentions of coveting Prince Ling…”

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