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Chapter 1203: Chapter 1202: Choose Your Own Title_1 Chapter 1203: Chapter 1202: Choose Your Own Title_1 A mosquito leg may be small, but it is still flesh, and besides, the small country to the south is not short of silver.

Just look at the enormous gemstone atop Prince Fengbao’s head, nearly blinding people under the sunlight’s glare.

Since Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t trick anyone with a martial arts contest, then he had decided to do so with cards and Mahjong.

If there’s an opportunity to trick someone without consequence, why not take it?

Embracing this thought, the following time became a teaching session for Fight the Landlord and Mahjong.

After returning to Da’an Palace, Tong Sanlang continued to serve as a guard by Yang Wenxiao’s side.

According to tradition, the birthday celebration was to last until deep into the night. Since Yang Wenxiao wasn’t tired, the group stayed until late, leaving with a few decks of cards and Mahjong sets.

Moreover, they each placed orders. The nomadic tribes on the Grassland were always poor and couldn’t afford it, but the small country to the south placed orders for hundreds of sets at a time.

Yang Wenxiao really made a fortune.

Back at Da’an Palace, Yang Wenxiao went straight to rest.

Although he often drank Spiritual Spring water from Qiao Xiaomai, his age was showing, and after a whole day spent in tense anticipation, his body couldn’t take it anymore.

Yang Wenxiao rested for three days before he finally recovered. He called Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang to him and inquired.

“Tell me, just how strong are you really?” he asked languidly, leaning on the couch and leisurely sipping tea.

Qiao Xiaomai, “…I don’t know, I haven’t tried.”

“So that means it is immeasurable?” Yang Wenxiao raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Xiaomai touched his nose, eyes fixed on his toes, remaining silent.

Seeing this, Yang Wenxiao asked again, “When did this start happening?”

“It started suddenly when I was resisting the Sun Family one time. But since the power came so strangely, I feared others would talk, so I never mentioned it to you,” Qiao Xiaomai explained softly.

“I see,” Yang Wenxiao nodded, “It seems that even the heavens couldn’t stand by and did lend you a hand.”

“That’s what I think too,” Qiao Xiaomai quickly agreed with a nod.

“Heh,” Yang Wenxiao glanced at her, then lowered his head again and slowly savored the tea in his hand, “You and your spouse have really brought glory to Daqi. Prince Fengbao is not as he appears. Without the two of you, who knows what kind of trouble he might have caused.”

The so-called interest in Qiao Xiaomai was clearly just an excuse.

Based on his guess, Prince Fengbao probably wanted to challenge someone from Daqi in martial arts to diminish Daqi’s morale in front of envoys from other countries and to gauge Daqi’s strength.

But somehow, the focus had shifted onto Qiao Xiaomai.

Fortunately, it shifted to Qiao Xiaomai, otherwise, Daqi would have been embarrassed.

They couldn’t draw blood, and Prince Fengbao had Divine Power; even Tong Sanlang couldn’t handle him, let alone other guards.

Luckily, Qiao Xiaomai was there.

Yang Wenxiao sighed deeply, thinking, “Ever since you two arrived in the Capital City, you really have helped the Yang Family out of many difficulties. Now that this month is nearly over and everything has settled down, Sanlang, I said I would reward you with a nobility title.”

“Duke, Marquis, Count, Viscount, Baron–these five ranks of nobility, feel free to choose.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai, who had been keeping her head down and shoulders hunched to minimize her presence, couldn’t help but look up in shock. What?

Could one really choose their own title?

Tong Sanlang was also surprised, but he was much more composed than Qiao Xiaomai. The surprise on his face was fleeting, and he spoke up, “Is the Retired Emperor truly letting me choose?”

“Of course,” Yang Wenxiao nodded.