Jing and Yiqin

10 minutes before Zhao Tong made an appearance from his carriage, Jiang Ming had already told Yang Liqin how they would get the quota to be in the ancient ruin.

"Yiqin, I'm pretty sure that emperor would definitely brush his hands off their farce, so he would probably suggest something like having the two clans send their best person out to fight." Jiang Ming said calmly. 

"When that happens, we will make our appearance and support the weaker clan. That way the weaker clan would feel grateful for us, and it'll be easier when we ask for two quotas." 

"Have you done this before Jiang- Jing?" Yang Liqin almost spouted out his real name. Luckily she managed to catch on and reword herself. 

Meanwhile, Jiang Ming leaned close to her ear and whispered sweetly, "It doesn't matter if you said the wrong name with just the two of us. But if you were to make a mistake in front of everyone, then I'm going to have to punish you a little bit."