Then, she walked over to her lady-in-waiting and guards and gave them a warning:
"Mrs. Qin, Zhang, once the duel begins, you must watch carefully. If it looks like Zhong Ming is about to lose, intervene immediately and get him out of there."
Mrs. Qin replied, "Rest assured, Commandery Princess. With us here, Zhong Ming's life will not be in danger."
As Ji Qingyue made her arrangements, noon gradually approached.
With that, a large procession of people, led by Zhong Ming and Princess Qingyue, set off for Crescent Lake.
Naturally, they didn't go on foot. A Water and Air Flying Ship, bathed in a rosy glow, took to the sky and sailed slowly toward Crescent Lake. The vessel was luxurious and grand, shimmering with iridescent light—it was Princess Qingyue's personal transport.
"SPLASH..."
As the Flying Ship descended into Crescent Lake, the already bustling shore erupted as if a fuse had been lit, the atmosphere instantly igniting.
"Princess Qingyue and her party are here!"
