A lot of thoughts flashed through her mind. Jin Ni'Er gradually regained her confidence and, pretending to be displeased, put down her bowl and chopsticks, saying, "I'm full. I have to go back to practice my martial arts later, so I can't eat too much."
"Ha!"
Zhao Mengke knew exactly what Jin Ni'Er meant.
She smirked disdainfully, "Are you showing off your martial arts skills again?"
"Exactly." At this point, Jin Ni'Er didn't bother to pretend anymore. Leaning against the chair, she said proudly, "You might not understand the concept of martial arts, and I can't explain it, but I can just tell you, with my skills, you women combined are not enough to take me on."
"Tch!"
Zhao Mengke laughed disdainfully, "With that small frame of yours?"
"You!" Jin Ni'Er hadn't expected that, as the princess of the Jin Family, she'd be looked down upon by a mere mortal woman.
Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger as she shouted, "Are you trying to pick a fight!"
