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Su Tianrui also hurriedly raised the "Dong Tian" placard; he and Xia Zheng had been close friends since childhood. Let alone Zhao Hongsheng, even if his own father showed up, he would still support Xia Zheng!

Everyone in the judging area held up their placards, transforming the entire field into a patchwork of blossoming flowers.

Yan Xiangkai stood up anxiously, hastily beginning to count.

Although somewhat dissatisfied with Zhao Hongsheng’s sudden interjection and threats, when victory seemed within reach, Yan Xiangkai couldn’t see through his own heart.

Since Zhao Hongde had also spoken, it no longer seemed like they were cheating. As long as they won, it would prove Drunken Immortal Tower’s strength.

Not just Yan Xiangkai, but Yan Ruchun, Princess Anle, the sisters Xiao Linshuang and Lin Shuang, and even the onlookers at River View Tower couldn’t help but crane their necks to see which side had more supporters.

The surrounding common folk all stood up, and those on the platform like Master Niu and Sun Qian grew unbearably anxious; the more people there were, the harder it was to count.

"Let’s stand in two lines instead!"

Somebody shouted out, and the crowd holding placards instinctively moved to either side based on the tavern they supported.

Lao Fan and Zhuang Kangping also turned to look back at the people behind them, and the crowd spontaneously aligned themselves, with Dong Tian’s supporters standing behind Lao Fan, and Drunken Immortal Tower’s behind Zhuang Kangping.

Watching the crowd swap sides with their placards, Xu Muqing on River View Tower watched the competition with an anxious expression, her chubby cheeks twisted in a dilemma.

On one hand was her good friend, and on the other, a newly made friend she got along with very well. She felt it would be a pity, whichever side lost.

Hence, Xu Muqing didn’t show up in the audience area in front of the stage, but instead sneakily hid upstairs in River View Tower, quietly watching the competition.

In the room next door, Su Qiuyu was staring blankly at the elegant silhouette on the competition stage.

Just now she had heard Zhao Hongde claim that Lin Yuan was destined to be the General Mansion’s future daughter-in-law; they had confidently declared Lin Yuan’s status. Had they settled on Lin Yuan’s identity?

Cheng Yuexiu, by Su Qiuyu’s side, however, was overjoyed, but until Lin Yuan was wed to Xia Zheng, Cheng Yuexiu’s heart wouldn’t be at ease.

Especially since Ma Junying’s attitude towards her had been so hot and cold lately, leaving her thoroughly confused.

After some thought, Cheng Yuexiu’s brows knitted tightly together. Ma Xiaonan had said they would also come to watch Lin Yuan’s competition today; why hadn’t they shown up yet?

The siblings that Cheng Yuexiu was worried about were at the moment in a somewhat secluded room in River View Tower. Ma Xiaonan was both nervous and uneasy, her palms sweaty from clutching them tightly together.

Ma Junying was also worried, but not so much about the competition.

Whether Lin Yuan won or lost didn’t really matter to him; he was in love with Lin Yuan the person, not her affiliation with Dong Tian.

It didn’t matter to him whether she won or lost. But preferably she’d lose so she wouldn’t have to be busy with Xia Zheng in Dong Tian every day.

At this moment, Ma Junying’s attention was caught by the Wu family brothers standing next to Zhao Hongsheng; he thought he saw Eldest Young Master Wu sending someone out, and he also spotted a somewhat familiar girl.

He didn’t know the girl, having only seen her talking to Lin Yuan before while he secretly observed from the shadows, suggesting she was probably a friend of Lin Yuan.

He was familiar with Eldest Young Master Wu’s reputation; if he sent someone after that girl, it likely boded no good.

But should he intervene in this matter?

Lost in thought, Ma Junying’s attention was once again drawn to the competition below.

Twenty common folk judges stood in two lines, making the results crystal clear.

One, two, three...eight, nine...

Nine?

The crowd exchanged glances, stunned—there were nine people in each line!

Upon closer inspection, there were still two people who hadn’t picked sides: one was Su Tianrui, holding a "Dong Tian" placard, and the other was He Lienuo, who had yet to make his stance clear.

With Su Tianrui’s addition, Dong Tian had just one more vote. Now, the most crucial vote lay in the hands of this serene and noble-looking young master.

The onlookers were unaware of He Lienuo’s background, but judging by his attire and demeanor, he appeared to be a very wealthy and high-born young master.