Kangxi understood what she meant; she wanted to ride a horse.

He was in a good mood, so he had a horse brought over.

This horse wasn't his beloved one, but rather the one arranged by the post station after he arrived. It had a very gentle temperament, and Mingxiu wouldn't be in any danger riding it.

When the horse pulled up to Mingxiu, Mingxiu walked over and excitedly touched its belly. The white coat had some black stray hairs on it, and the coat was very clean. The hair on its head was slightly curled, making it look like a naturally curly coat.

Ming walked over and looked at the horse's long eyelashes, feeling incredibly envious. He had never imagined that he would envy a horse so much.

Mingxiu was a Han Chinese who had never seen a horse since childhood. After transmigrating, although she was a Manchu, she had never ridden a horse since entering the palace. So, looking at the horses in front of her, she felt both scared and happy.

Kangxi naturally noticed Mingxiu's unease.

He patiently guided Mingxiu to sit on the horse, and then he himself turned over and sat on the horse.

Mingxiu felt her back pressed tightly against Kangxi's back, without a single gap.

He nervously gripped the saddle in front of him when he heard Kangxi's voice.

The horses immediately started running. Mingxiu swallowed nervously, feeling the wind rushing into her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

All he could hear was the whistling wind rushing past his ears. He watched everything ahead with bated breath, and at first, Kangxi's speed wasn't very fast.

Mingxiu had just not ridden in a long time, so she was a little unaccustomed to it.

However, she had ridden in cars, electric bikes, and motorcycles before, so she quickly adapted to the feeling of riding a horse.

The two rode around on horseback for a few laps before stopping when Mingxiu's interest waned.

It was getting late, so we finished packing and prepared to head back.