At the stone table in the west courtyard of the Shen family, Shen Miao was playing chess with Shen Qiu.
It was rare for Shen Qiu to not have to practice swordsmanship. Knowing that Shen Miao's chess skills had improved by leaps and bounds, Shen Qiu had been looking forward to playing with her. However, the outcome was not satisfactory.
Shen Miao placed a black piece down. Across the chess board, the white piece was gradually besieged by the black piece. Shen Qiu looked at it for a long time in a daze and asked Shen Miao, "Sister, isn't this the tactic I used in the first round?"
He felt that the chess maneuvers were a little familiar. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he was. Shen Miao was using the tactic he used and was doing it much better than he did.
"I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine." Shen Miao smiled. "Brother, can't you think of a way to deal with your own creation?"
