Trust to Luck...
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Eh? Qiaoqiao's face is red!" Before Ma Ta could finish commenting, he got so frightened by the daggers Crown Prince Mo was shooting from his eyes that he swallowed the rest of what he had to say.
/How preposterous. Only he could see his wife's red face!/
The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal was very down to earth as he cracked melon seeds next to Crown Prince Mo. He said, "Sigh, there should be a nice drama to watch this time."
Qiao Mu trotted to the battle stage and bounded up the stairs with the rest of the crowd.
With Crown Prince Mo and company's eyesight, they were naturally able to see the little lady standing at the edge of the battle stage. She was bored to death as she watched the other people squeeze inside with all their might, as if they would be able to draw lots earlier if they succeeded.