"We may look too frail and delicate for martial arts, but never mind that. Peony was truly magnificent today, writing on the Great General of Xi Yan's face. Wouldn't you say she did us all proud?"
The aunts were chattering away, their words a flurry of excitement. It was obvious they had gotten wind of the commotion and had been secretly watching from the shadows.
Peony walked into the room. "I could hear you talking all the way from the courtyard gate."
"Pangtuan, Peony, you two were so impressive just now," Shaoyao greeted them.
"Impressive? My palms are still sweating." Peony was still shaken. "I'm already regretting being so bold."
"What's there to be afraid of? What tricks could those Xi Yan people possibly pull in the Beili Capital City?"
"Exactly. They need to remember whose turf they're on. You should have used a needle for that 'scum' character. He'll just wash the ink off when he gets back."
The aunts all looked vexed as they discussed it.
