Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Xiang Yun would never admit that her chess skills were poor. She hid the cannon piece behind her back, cleared her throat, and innocently said, "A blatant chariot and a stealthy horse steal the cannon, isn’t that the rule in Chinese chess? Besides, who let you lose track of your pieces? All’s fair in war—they’re talking about people like you who won’t humbly accept a lesson!"

Mo Zili was nonplussed. Could he hit someone?

Having beaten Mo Zili again, Xiang Yun was utterly thrilled. Recently, whether it was solving brain teasers or playing chess with him, she always managed to win. Watching him deflate time after time, Xiang Yun felt so proud she wanted to burst into laughter and thought, "That’ll teach you to be smug, losing to your sister again!"

While she was gloating, suddenly Nongyu’s cries came from outside, "Young Master, help, let go of me, I want to see the Young Master—"

Nanny Xie shouted angrily, "How dare you, Nongyu, to barge into the master’s room! Do you have no regard for your master or the rules?"

Nongyu cried, "Nanny Xie, please let me see the Young Master. Something really bad has happened. If we are too late, even you won’t be able to bear the consequences. I’m begging you..."

Nanny Xie spat at him and scolded, "Pah, pah, pah, what nonsense about something bad happening and being late. Such bad luck. You cheap, sleazy creature, stop spreading rumors here, thinking I don’t know what you’re up to. Get out of here!"

Seeing that Nanny Xie was unyielding, Nongyu became desperate and screamed outside the door, "Young Master, it’s terrible, Miss Du and my brother have been taken to the Duke of the Country’s place. Please go and save them—"

Instantly, the two in the room changed their expressions. Mo Zili paused for a moment and said, "Let her in."