Taoist Tang Zhen is of such great value.

Despite Yan Miaoling's repeated explanations that it didn't matter if she didn't know him, Emperor Cole and the ministers didn't believe her. Later, in the talent category, she won the first place with a unanimous vote.

She was crying.

Chi Ao, however, grinned heartily and clinked glasses with the ministers around him in a foolish manner. "Then you see, I must have good taste."

The palace maid came over and asked in a whisper. Chi Ao deliberately spoke loudly, "What, horse racing? I don't think that's necessary!" Let's see who is looking for death and dares to offend Taoist Tang Zhen.

The ministers all agreed, "That's right, drinking is the main thing. It's cold in autumn, why bother? Besides, nobles will all travel in carriages from now on, who would actually ride a horse?"

Chi Ao was very satisfied with their performance.

But there are some who are looking for death. From the female household, a girl in a dark purple palace dress covered in beads stood up and said, "Your Majesty, Empress Zhenfei. We started our careers on horseback. Although we have learned the culture of the Zhao Kingdom for hundreds of years, we cannot bypass the old tradition of horse racing in selecting concubines."

He glanced sideways in the direction of Yan Miaoling and said, "Why, Miss Ling'er can't ride a horse? How can you be the mother of the country with such courage in the future?"

A female member of Chi Ao's faction whispered a warning to Yan Miaoling, "Miss Ling'er, this is Princess Zhuoya. She was originally betrothed to the eldest prince. Now the eldest prince is crazy, but the engagement remains as it is. She's not convinced, and her words are full of thorns. Don't bother with her."

It was just a few words. Judging from the attitudes of the Emperor and the ministers, Miss Ling'er had already been recognized, so there was really no need to compete.

Yan Miaoling's eyes turned resentfully behind the screen. "Chi Ao, you only cause me trouble. Just wait!"

There was plenty of time to deal with the male protagonist. Now, someone had provoked her, and she was not willing to be a turtle.

She curled her lips and smiled, "You're right. I'm not very good at riding. But that doesn't stop the horse from running. I wonder how the winner is determined in our women's horse racing."

Look at Emperor Cole.

Emperor Cole was about to stop her, but she stopped herself and answered truthfully, "Women's horse racing is simple. The first one to reach the finish line wins!"

"Oh, that's good! Princess Zhuoya, please come in. I'm in a hurry to go back, so let's not waste time."

"You—" Zhuo Ya hadn't expected her to accept the challenge, and to do so confidently. She had a nagging feeling that something was amiss, but she was in a difficult position. She had been secretly in love with the Second Prince, Chi Ao, since childhood. It was her father, the Minister of War, who had said that Chi Ao's mother was a foreigner, making his chances of becoming the Crown Prince extremely low. This was how she shifted her focus.

But she ended up marrying a lunatic. She was unhappy.

It felt like something that originally belonged to me was stolen.

There was a stable inside the palace, used by the princes, grandchildren, and princesses for horseback riding practice. The two left the banquet and arrived a short while later. Upon arrival, a waiter helped them find suitable riding clothes, one red and one white.

The one in red was Zhuoya. She said arrogantly, "Humph, I'm going to use red to start a good luck and symbolize victory!"

Yan Miaoling changed her clothes and smiled nonchalantly, "That's perfect! White is my true color!" When she said this, no one at the scene understood.

Only Chi Ao's eyes lit up. Could it be...

To make it more interesting, the competition was not just between the two of them. There were also accompanying princesses and noble ladies, dressed in various riding clothes and riding their usual horses.

With the examiner's whip crack, the horse race began.

Yan Miaoling's horsemanship wasn't great. She'd only been learning from Ye Xiao for two months, and she hadn't ridden in a while. Her technique was rusty, and even at the very beginning, she was already a step behind the others. Furthermore, the horses here were rather wild. She tried to steer them, but they were also a bully, spinning in circles and refusing to move.

It felt like it was saying, if you hit me again, and hit me hard, I will throw you off with all my strength.

While this man and horse were battling it out, the other twenty or so opponents had already rushed hundreds of meters away, shouting and roaring, with a colorful and heroic presence.

To be honest, the woman looks pretty good like this.

But King Cole, in the stands, was in no mood to appreciate it. He was a man who protected his shortcomings. Once he made up his mind, he wouldn't allow it to change. This was his daughter-in-law, so how could he allow these impudent girls to bully her? He secretly harbored a grudge, thinking of making things difficult for their father and brother.

Who would have thought that the trusted eunuch beside him suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty, look!"

The brown horse that was still spinning in place suddenly came to its senses after hearing Yan Miaoling's whisper and started running wildly.

Crazy, really crazy.

The horse itself was mad.

Because it understood the whisper. Its tone was menacing and domineering, "I am the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, a species a thousand times nobler than you. If you dare to make me lose today, I will make all your uncles exterminate!"

Oh my god.

How could this brown horse not be afraid? This was due to bloodline suppression. Not only did it have to outrun him, but it also had to avoid throwing the woman off its back.

The people on the stage were unaware of the cause and effect, only that astonishing moment was forever etched in their memories. To describe it in eight words: coming from behind and taking the lead, leaving the others far behind.

By the time they reached the finish line, Yan Miaoling's horse had already out-circled the other horses.

At this point, Yan Miaoling had left a very good impression in the minds of King Cole and his ministers, and was even somewhat deified.

Emperor Kerr was overjoyed and upon returning home, he asked the Ministry of Rites to write a letter to the Emperor of Dazhao, asking for Yan Miaoling's hand in marriage. However, due to Chi Ao's deception, Emperor Kerr was unaware that the Emperor of Dazhao had already made the engagement.

At this moment, his fatherly love was overflowing, and he was fully committed to helping his beloved son marry the person he loved. But...

Will the result really be what he wants?

Chi Ao's Prince's Mansion.

"Ahhhh!! Ling'er, spare me!"

"Ling'er, I won't dare to do that again!"

"Ling'er, I will never be so self-righteous again! Believe me, except for this matter with you, I will never again...Ahhh! It hurts!"

This was the first time Yan Miaoling had violently assaulted someone since she had regained her martial arts skills. She was so angry. She pinched her waist and said, "Respect, understand?"

Damn it, not to mention that she hasn't yet accepted the male protagonists' ideas, even if she did, she would pick out this rat shit for him. Arrogant and self-righteous people need to be beaten until they surrender.

At this moment, the words "Be kind-hearted..." rang out in her mind like a curse. She no longer had any thoughts of hitting anyone. She sat leisurely on Chi Ao's tiger-skin chair, raising her eyelids. "Where's the painting?"

I heard she was poking and prodding all day. She wanted to see if it was a needle prick or a knife stab. Just because he rejected an engagement, he hated her so much, damn it!

What should I do if I want to beat someone up again?

Chi Ao covered his head and slowly got up from the ground, grinning playfully, "Okay, okay, I'll get it right away!"

After more than a dozen portraits of her in different poses were unfolded, she...

Her eyes wandered around, a little embarrassed. She stood up and said, "I'm leaving! Take care of yourself!"

Chi Ao was nervous, "Ling'er, then our engagement..."

A ethereal and distant female voice came, "Marriage engagement bullshit, it's inexplicable!"

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