I’m Impressed, My Host (I)

Wuma Jun did not want to offend either side and chose to stay neutral. Feng Jin, on the other hand, was furious.

Zheng Langjun took a kiwi from the food table.

Xu Ke's eyes widened in surprise. He had not expected things to turn out this way.

Feng Jin's gentle expression turned cold. "There are women here. If you misfire your arrow, wouldn't you agitate their families?"

"Rites, music, archery, charioteering, reading and writing, and arithmetic are the six arts a nobleman should know. Principles, morals, regulations, and serving the country are the essentials of a nobleman. Every Langjun here had to learn all this from a young age. You think I could not even control a small bow?"

He smiled. He was not old, but he had a sinister smile.

Feng Jin thought back to Jiang Pengji's deduction about this Langjun, and he could not help but admire her grasp of Zheng Langjun's character.