Lu Jingxing scored several goals in a row, causing the noble ladies in the stands to erupt with excitement.
When the time marked by three incense sticks was up, Lu Jingxing won the match, and the crowd roared, "Long live Your Majesty!"
Despite winning, Lu Jingxing showed no sign of happiness. His face was grim as he said, "General Jiang, if this is the extent of your skill, you'd best retire and make way for someone more capable."
Hearing Lu Jingxing's tone, General Jiang—a middle-aged man already drenched from exertion—was so frightened that large beads of sweat broke out on his brow, despite the already scorching sun.
Jiang Han stepped before Lu Jingxing and said, "Your Majesty is valiant and mighty. My father is getting on in years and was no match for you. However, my own polo skills were taught by him. Might Your Majesty grant me the honor of a match?"
'This Jiang Han… she really knows how to seize every opportunity.'
