Therefore, it is acceptable for a county magistrate to refer to himself as "this humble official".

Jin Wenting said calmly, "It's alright. What were you doing just now?"

As he spoke, he tossed the reins back, and the pale golden Ferghana horse deftly caught them, dangling them from its mouth and trotting after him.

The magistrate respectfully said, "Today we are holding a joint examination for the students of the county. Everyone is working on their papers in the ceremonial room. I am supervising the examination for them... May I ask what brings you here, Your Highness?"

"A joint examination? How unusual! I've never seen scholars taking the imperial examinations before. Why don't we go and take a look?"

He made no mention of his purpose, and instead domineeringly informed the magistrate directly. The magistrate was taken aback, inwardly grumbling at his blatant disrespect, but dared not show it on his face. He quickly smiled and bowed respectfully, saying, "Please—"

Jin Wenting took a step, and the Ferghana horse trotted along, wanting to follow. He gently patted its neck and whispered, "Go play by yourself. I'll take you to see your mistress later."

The guards kept their faces straight and appeared expressionless, but inside, they were screaming with rage.

This horse belongs to the Regent, not you!

You just snatched it, rode it a bit, and then you've taken it for yourself, not planning to return it to the Regent?

Wait, no, that's not the point. The point is—the lady of the house!

Oh no, mistress!

Has the eldest son of their family, who has been a bachelor for over twenty years, finally learned to steal a cabbage?

Oh my god, is the Crown Prince getting married? Will it be a boy or a girl first? What should they name him? If it's a girl, we'll pamper her; if it's a boy, will he take the imperial examinations or the military examinations? In twenty years, will we have to start thinking about his marriage? Who will he marry, or whose wife will he take...?

In just a few breaths, the guards' minds were racing, faster than a galloping Ferghana horse, their thoughts drifting back to the time when the Crown Prince's son was getting married...

Jin Wenting was still muttering to the horse: "Later I'll go to Ferghana and help you snatch a pure golden mare, so you can have a few more handsome foals for your mistress to ride."

Upon hearing Jin Wenting's words, the Ferghana horse's eyes lit up like obsidian.

Seeing that it seemed to understand, the magistrate nodded as if it were human, looked up at the direction of the county government's ceremonial office, let out a soft 'lulu' sound, and then walked away.

Several guards immediately separated and followed the horse away.

Jin Wenting was not worried about his horse. It was intelligent and fierce, and it was always the one bullying people; no one else could bully it.

But the guards dared not be careless. This was the only Ferghana horse left in the Great Yan Dynasty!

The older ones are all old now. This is an uncastrated stallion. The regent has said several times that he wanted it to breed with the mares, but he was reluctant to produce a crossbred horse that wasn't light golden in color.

If he hadn't been too busy to come in, he probably would have gone to Ferghana to steal horses again...

Seeing the young master leading the way into the county government office, many people mustered their courage and moved forward, trying to curry favor with him.

But before they could even get close, Jin Wenting raised his eyes and gave them a cold sweep. Instantly, those people felt a chill envelop their entire bodies, and they were so frightened that they retreated one after another, not daring to move anymore.

After Tong Su finished writing the "Cheng Ti" (承题), she looked up and immediately saw the man walking into the ceremony room, his tall and elegant figure standing there.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a dark brocade robe, his expression indifferent, his face handsome and cold, with a knife at his waist. He didn't look like a prince; he looked more like a formidable general!