"Princess Qianhua, you lost!"
Daohua stood in the arena, looking down condescendingly at Yelu Qianhua, who was lying on the ground.
Yelu Qianhua attempted to stand up but struggled several times without success. Finally, it was with the help of the Xiliao people by her side that she managed to stand, enduring the pain throughout her body.
"Let's go!"
Yelu Qianhua cast an indignant glance at Daohua, who looked back at her with disdain, and left with a heart full of humiliation, supported by her attendants.
"Wait!"
Daohua's voice halted them.
Yelu Qianhua stopped in her tracks, spun around with shame and anger, and gritted her teeth as she asked, "What else do you want?"
Daohua sneered, "It seems the princess of Xiliao cannot accept defeat. Have you forgotten, princess, that it was you who requested this duel?"
Yelu Qianhua looked down and pursed her lips, saying nothing.