Liao Wu smiled faintly, "The Commandery Princess's chess skills haven't improved much over the years. What harm if this poor monk lets you win?"
This indulgent attitude still made Qin Yingyuan a bit unaccustomed.
The Third Prince, once so high-spirited and capricious, after becoming a monk, had somehow become so tolerant.
Could it be that the daily recitation of scriptures really can dissolve the malice in one's heart?
The two set up the chessboard, and Qin Yingyuan picked up a white piece and placed it without much hesitation.
Seeing where Qin Yingyuan placed her piece, Liao Wu couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head—it indeed landed there again.
Her lack of progress over the years wasn't because Qin Yingyuan was stupid; it was because she simply wasn't earnest.
