Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055: Clashing_1 Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055: Clashing_1 During the competition at Bailu Academy, Tong Sanlang used his lightness technique to lift the martially unskilled Qiao Xiaomai to the high platform, dazzling everyone present. This had always been a thorn in Bai Zhi’s heart.

Furthermore, after the competition ended, her skills were completely overwhelmed by Qiao Xiaomai.

Afterward, she was forcefully taken back to the Capital City by Yang Ye and placed under house arrest by her great-grandfather, Duke Bai, until she was released for the New Year.

This account, she had always remembered.

A few days ago, she heard from Yao Xian that Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang would be arriving in the Capital City in the next few days. She had been waiting for them ever since.

After wandering outside the city for the whole day today, she finally found them.

Following the end of the last competition, she had a clash with Tong Sanlang. Tong Sanlang, considering her status, only dodged without attacking. If it weren’t for Yang Ye’s sudden intervention, she would have taught Tong Sanlang a severe lesson.

In the past, Tong Sanlang dared not make a move against her in Bailu Town, let alone now at the entrance of the Capital City.

This was her turf. Upon stepping onto her territory, Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai became fish on the chopping board, ready for her to slaughter!

Tong Sanlang had been on guard against Bai Zhi and, seeing her suddenly whip out her weapon, he circulated his internal energy. He calmly dodged backward, barely avoiding the tip of the whip.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi let out a cold snort, leaped off the horseback, and swung her long whip viciously towards Tong Sanlang, “Take this!”

Upon seeing this, Tong Sanlang lightly patted the carriage board beneath him, using the force to propel his body into the air and land a few meters away.

“Your Highness, my wife and I are here by imperial command. If you wish to compete in martial arts, please pick another day. The city gates are about to close, and my wife and I have urgent matters to attend to within the city, so please excuse us,” he said, then looked at the shopkeeper Hong, “Shopkeeper Hong, please lead the way ahead.”

Shopkeeper Hong witnessed the scene, frowning inwardly, but he nevertheless gestured to the guard driving the carriage to follow him.

Bai Zhi watched all of this with a cold smirk on her face. Instead of chasing after Tong Sanlang, she landed on the rooftop of Qiao Xiaomai’s carriage. She whipped her weapon hard towards the roof of the carriage.

The whip, infused with her internal energy, would undoubtedly flip the roof of the carriage.

As much as she despised Tong Sanlang, Qiao Xiaomai was the one she hated and loathed most. If she could take this opportunity to teach Qiao Xiaomai a lesson, nothing could be better.

Tong Sanlang was standing a few meters away when he saw this, and immediately a gust of palm wind appeared in his hand. The palm wind, like a real hurricane, furiously rolled towards Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi was taken aback and hurriedly used her left palm, the one not holding the whip, to block.

She too unleashed a palm wind, but when the two palm winds collided, Tong Sanlang’s hurricane-like force broke through hers, striking her directly.

The hurricane hit her body and sent her flying uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

“Your Highness!”

The guards following behind Bai Zhi rushed to help upon seeing this.

Bai Zhi’s guards were competent, managing to catch her before she hit the ground, sparing her from embarrassment at the city gates.

However, for Bai Zhi, this was already a humiliating disgrace.

She had intended to compete in martial arts with Tong Sanlang, but with his casual palm strike, she was left without any power to resist. With so many people watching at the city gate, where would she put her face from now on!

Pushing away the guard who was supporting her, her cheeks flushed with anger, she bit out, “Tong Sanlang, you dare to attack me?!”

Tong Sanlang, having succeeded with his palm strike, then calmly stepped towards the carriage, “It was Your Highness who wished to compete in martial arts with me. What is it, is it only allowed for Your Highness to strike me and not for me to strike back?”

“If that’s the case, why bother calling it a competition? You might as well have said you wanted to beat me unilaterally.”

[I’ve realized I won’t be able to make up for it today…]