Ruan Jiaojiao suddenly raised the wine dipper high above her head. "And what if I am a woman? The women of our Central Plains are just as capable of holding up half the sky. Your Highness, since all these officials are present, let me ask you: if I can finish this dipper of wine and name the final ingredient in your brew, what will you do?"
Seeing her hand holding the dipper as steady as a rock, a shiver of dread actually ran through the onlookers—this Central Plains woman was no delicate flower; her cunning demeanor was more akin to a man-eating plant!
Yet, this only sent Ashina Moguang’s competitive spirit into a turbulent swell.
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