"Alright," Yao Yuanyao nodded and said, "I think this isn't the repeating crossbow made by Zhuge Liang, but rather the version modified by Ma Jun, the great inventor from the Wei of the late Han Dynasty, right?"
Zhao Zetian nodded, a subtle, intriguing smile on her lips that made the other men—apart from Wu Tian—steal a few more glances.
"Climber, she's not actually pretty," the little one suddenly said.
Wu Tian smiled. Leave it to a child to be so blunt. But he was also puzzled. The little guy usually went out of his way to help him pick up girls. Why was he acting so strange today?
Before Wu Tian could answer, Zhao Zetian had already looked at the little one. "Little sister, am I really not pretty? Children shouldn't lie, you know."
"Of course you're not pretty," the little one huffed, crossing his arms confidently. "Actually, if you want to know if you're beautiful, there's a test for that."
"Tell me," Zhao Zetian said. Every woman cared about her looks.
