At this moment, Dou Zhang had already struggled to his feet.
He approached Mu Lingyun, looked at her, and then suddenly knelt down, saying, "I accept my loss."
After he finished speaking, he kowtowed to Mu Lingyun, and even shouted "Grandfather!"
It wasn't until after all of this had transpired the previous night that he stood up, his face looking extremely ugly.
A corner of Mu Lingyun's mouth curled up: "General Dou Zhang really is a man who keeps his word," she said.
Dou Zhang's face grew even uglier upon Mu Lingyun's remark.
The crowd who had come for the spectacle each had a different expression by this time.
They had not expected Dou Zhang to actually lose, and even more unexpected was that he truly began to call this young lady "Grandfather."
"Is this the rightful imperial princess they intended to find?"
"Indeed, she is the rightful princess! Wasn't the princess raised in a Taoist temple? How is she so powerful?"
