"I don't know." Yuwen Xian tilted his head, looking her over without restraint. "I've only seen my sister-in-law in my brother's portrait. Judging from appearance alone, the princess does look very much like my sister-in-law. But their personalities are definitely different."

Song Yaozhu smiled faintly, "Yes, how can people be the same?"

Unfortunately, she was Xie Wanqing.

Xie Liwei stepped between the two, saying, "We're here to play polo, not to chat."

Yuwen Xian looked at Xie Liwei and said, "I've had this horse farm built for many years, but Brother Xie has never set foot here even once. It seems that the Princess Consort has quite a lot of influence."

After she finished speaking, her gaze swept over the two of them.

"Brother Xie, what would it be like to marry a woman who resembles your elder sister?"

Xie Liwei narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint in them. Song Yaozhu also looked at him. When he was in front of her, he could clearly distinguish between her and Xie Wanqing, but whether he truly could, only he himself knew.

For example, the sword he took for himself.

Thinking of this, Song Yaozhu's heart ached, realizing that she had occupied too much space in Xie Liwei's heart in the past.

Uh, I'm actually jealous of myself.

Song Yaozhu opened her eyes, her heart pounding as she awaited Xie Liwei's reply.

Xie Liwei's thin lips pressed into a line, his voice cold and stern: "Your Highness, do you think you can treat a woman who looks exactly like your mother as your own mother?"

Song Yaozhu felt a sudden, indescribable emptiness settle in her heart.

Yongle, who was standing nearby, had already pulled her to choose a horse.

This is Yuwen Xian's own horse farm. She loves horses, and the horses here are almost comparable to those in the imperial palace's horse farm.

"How about this horse!" Yongle pointed to a brown horse, his interest piqued.

Ever since Song Yaozhu rescued her, she had been deeply impressed by her horsemanship. Although she had the best teacher, being taught by a teacher and being taught by one's savior were two completely different things!

"I knew we were going to ride horses today, so I brought Poyun with me." She accompanied Yongle to the stables to choose a horse, while the servant led Poyun this way.

"Hey, this little guy is eating well in your palace!" Yongle trotted over and reached out to pat its head.

Before, when it was at Prince Jing's mansion, because it was a mixed breed, no one took good care of it. Its coat was all rough and unkempt. Now, the whole horse is glossy and shiny, and its coat reflects the sunlight. It looks absolutely gorgeous.

“Yes, that’s my horse.”

Xie Liwei watched Song Yaozhu and Yongle talking together from afar, feeling a sense of loneliness as if he had been abandoned, and couldn't help but sigh.

Qin Yu, who was standing to the side, said, "Your Highness, are you bored since the Princess Consort isn't playing with you?"

Xie Li gave him a dangerous look, quite disliking his blunt honesty.

"Why don't you go back and play with Young Master Mingyue!" Qin Yu thought his suggestion was excellent, but the look in his master's eyes was practically daggers.

He shrugged awkwardly, then suddenly said, "I'll go tell the Princess that your shoulder hurts and ask her to come and keep you company!"

Xie Liwei snorted coldly, "Do I need her concern?"

Moreover, it's rare for her to get out and race horses, so let her have some fun.

He disdains such tea-related tricks.

But an hour later, Xie Liwei began to regret it. Qin Yu's suggestion, though terrible, was worth taking!

Qin Yu miserably held onto the rope, letting Xie Liwei wander around the horse farm. Song Yaozhu wouldn't let him ride fast, fearing he might hurt himself, so she only let him stroll on horseback and enjoy the ride.

Suddenly, Qin Yu felt something slip through his hand, and when he turned around, the horse he was leading galloped away.

He exclaimed in alarm, "Horse! Horse!"

Xie Liwei immediately bent down and hugged the horse's neck, a standard safety maneuver when a horse is startled.

The commotion was quite loud, and Song Yaozhu quickly noticed it. Without hesitation, she immediately rode her Broken Cloud to catch up.

Xie Liwei gripped the horse's flanks tightly with his legs, crouching low, waiting for the horse to tire itself out and stop. After all, in this situation, he had no other way to make it stop.

The May winds have become gentle, but this gentleness conceals deadly intent.

Song Yaozhu spurred her horse toward Xie Liwei. Po Yun and Song Yaozhu had been getting to know each other for a while, and now Po Yun understood Song Yaozhu's intentions. Although it wasn't as strong as Xie Liwei's horse, it was very bold, driving the horse toward a deserted border.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, the horse slowed down, and Xie Liwei decisively tightened the reins, forcing it to stop.

When the others dismounted, Xie Liwei's legs felt weak, as if his feet were walking on clouds.

"Your Highness!" Song Yaozhu ran towards him, anxiously checking his wounds. Although the wound on his shoulder had scabbed over, it hadn't fully healed inside. Coupled with Qiu Buwan's poison, his wound was healing very slowly. Now, after all that exertion, his right hand was in so much pain that he couldn't lift it.

"***, please summon the imperial physician!"

Upon seeing this, Yuwen Xian immediately ordered someone to make arrangements. She had invited people over for a visit, and it was a great responsibility on her part as the host if someone got injured on her turf.

"Go and find out what's wrong with this horse!"

Xie Liwei wanted to say that he was fine, that his wound had just reopened, and that the blood seeping out from his thin clothes looked rather frightening.

But thinking about Qin Yu's suggestion earlier, now is the perfect time to put it to use!

So he tilted his head and leaned it on Song Yaozhu's shoulder.

"I don't know if it's because the horse is running too fast, but I feel very dizzy."

When Yongle rushed over, he saw Xie Liwei, who was two heads taller than Song Yaozhu. He leaned against Song Yaozhu's shoulder, like a big bird clinging to a beautiful woman.

Song Yaozhu was filled with worry, so she quickly helped the man to sit down. When the sedan chair arrived, she accompanied him into the house to wait for the imperial physician.

Yongle's lips were so pouty they could hang something on them. She said unhappily, "By the time the imperial physician arrives, his wounds will have healed!"

Yuwen Xian tugged at her, "This princess will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly!"

Then she left with Yongle, leaving only Song Yaozhu and Xie Liwei in the room.

Song Yaozhu immediately grabbed his collar, startling Xie Liwei.

"What are you doing?" Xie Liwei raised his hand to cover his chest.

“Yongle is right. By the time the imperial physician arrives, your wound will be almost healed. If the blood sticks to your clothes, it will hurt more when you tear them. Let’s expose the wound first.”

Xie Liwei's face flushed red beneath his mask, and his ears were practically burning.

"Hurry up!" Song Yaozhu urged.

Xie Liwei then reluctantly let her pull away the hands that were pressing against his chest. She pulled open his collar, revealing a large expanse of skin on his right shoulder.

The wound on his right shoulder was so glaring that it made his skin look even paler, which made Song Yaozhu feel a pang of heartache.

"Where are you touching!" Xie Liwei exclaimed in shock, his tone as if he had been sexually assaulted.