Among all the women under the heavens, who could exceed the one before me in wisdom, martial prowess, beauty, and nobility?
The beauty and status of Ji Xiuning are not inferior to Zhi Yan before my eyes, but she lacks popularity, as if she were a bodhisattva in a temple.
"Priest Yan Ping, you may leave. Do not come to see me again," Zhi Yan Princess said indifferently. "Though my husband would not mind, it is always improper for a wife to meet with another man in private."
Yan Ping's face turned somewhat embarrassed, and as he stood up to bow, he said, "Priest Yan Ping takes his leave!"
Then he staggered out.
His embarrassment was not due to the failure of the negotiation, for it was unrelated to him and would not affect his future.
Instead, it was because of his high self-esteem and belief in his unmatchable talent. Now, to be so thoroughly overshadowed by a woman's intellect and perception was a severe blow to his ego—that was the real source of his discomposure.
