To ensure fairness, the bows and arrows for the competition were all uniformly prepared by the Imperial Household.
Emperor Wu Su smiled because he noticed Ji Qingwu's archery stance had completely transformed.
The curve of the bow she held was no greater than the others', and the string wasn't pulled deathly taut. Her wrists moved with fluid ease, as smooth as flowing water—the correct posture needed to accurately track a moving target.
She was no longer a slightly clumsy amateur; she was beginning to show the air of a master.
In the depths of Emperor Wu Su's eyes, an undeniable glint of approval flashed.
Everyone laughed, thinking she had missed, but no one noticed that her "errant" arrow had actually hit the nine-point ring. Her rate of improvement in archery was enough to astonish him.
'If only this girl progressed so rapidly in other matters as well.'
The sixth round was still underway.
