Zhao Kangning looked at Su Xiaoxiao on the flower-picking roof in disbelief. "Impossible… You can't solve it… You can't solve it!"
The first two sentences were muttered to herself, and the last sentence was roared. It could be seen how much this matter had dealt her a blow.
She was an all-rounder and was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was good at literature and martial arts, but what she was most proud of was her intelligence. There was no woman in the world who was more outstanding than her.
How could a girl from the countryside give an answer to a question that she could not solve so easily?
She did not believe that Qin Su was smarter than her, nor did she believe that Qin Su was smarter than the scholar of Northern Yan.
The young Princess of the Western Jin took the answer from the guard who rang the gong. "It's Thirteen! Qin Su didn't answer wrongly! Qin Su, you're too powerful!"
