On the vast, boundless grassland, fresh grass grows everywhere, its refreshing scent surprisingly calming. Every now and then, you can see people herding sheep, the flocks kicking up clouds of sand as they run past.

Although Xueying was a woman, she possessed a chilling aura when riding a horse, her movements swift and decisive. Hongli revealed an admiring look, surprised that Xueying, as a woman, had such a side to her; it seemed he didn't know her well enough!

Hongli's fair face was slightly tanned, and riding a horse across the grassland, he had a bit of the Mongolian style.

Xueying was worried about Hongli's injury, so she stayed by his side the whole way, asking him questions from time to time. Hongli was afraid that Xueying would worry, so he slowed down his horse.

Pichu excitedly introduced the vast grassland to Hongli and Xueying, as if it were his own hometown, his voice filled with pride and joy.

Xueying listened with great interest. Women in the deep palace were always used to staying in their boudoirs. But Xueying always longed for a free and unrestrained life outside. Perhaps it was Ulanara's nature, or perhaps it was her own unwillingness to be bound. It seemed that only at times like this could Xueying feel that she could forget all her troubles and live for herself.

Although the sun wasn't very strong, the weather was rather muggy. Hongli, worried that Xueying might be tired, suggested they stop and rest for a while. The three of them stopped and sat down to rest. Hongli unloaded a water bottle from his horse and handed it to Xueying. "You've worked hard, have some water!"

Xueying took the water and drank a sip. The icy coolness traveled from the tip of her tongue to her stomach, and she immediately felt much better. Seeing that Hongli's forehead was covered in fine sweat, Xueying took out an embroidered handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the sweat from Hongli's face. Hongli smiled at Xueying, and Xueying did not look away.

Pichu sat to the side, chuckling awkwardly. He was definitely an eyesore here; he should have known better than to join the fun. Hongli glanced at Pichu, thinking he shouldn't have brought him along—he was really spoiling the mood.

Hongli and Pichu lay on the ground, gazing at the blue sky. Hongli sighed, "If only I could be carefree every day!" Xueying felt a pang of sympathy. Being in the royal family meant facing so many things beyond their control; many things were not their own decision. Xueying stroked Hongli's cheek and massaged it for him.

"Oh right, I remember there's a lake over there on the grassland. The fish there are delicious, and the water is crystal clear!" Pichu suddenly sat up and said excitedly. How could he have forgotten about that? That's a place definitely worth visiting.

Hongli immediately became interested. "Why don't we go and see? I want to see how the fish in the Northwest are different from the fish in the capital!" Xueying, hearing her prince say this, worried about the unknown road ahead and the potential dangers, and also concerned about his health. "Prince," she said, "why don't we go another time? I'm worried about your health..."

“I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me!” Hongli interrupted Xueying, patted his chest and said, “But, the lake is quite far from the military camp, and it will probably be dark by the time we get there and back!” Piqiu looked troubled at this and looked at Xueying inquiringly.

Xueying knew that Prince He Buchang often acted like a child, and when the mood struck him, he would insist on going no matter what. "Since Prince He Buchang wants to go, Xueying will accompany you!" The three of them immediately mounted their horses and set off.