Tuoba Hongyun scored two goals in a row, and was beaming with pride. She looked at the Chen people on the opposite side who were gathered together discussing their countermeasures, and let out a disdainful snort.

The Northern Qing had been preparing for this for a long time, plotting to humiliate the Great Chen. If they won this polo match, they could publicize their overwhelming military might. Then, the Great Chen would panic even before the battle began, significantly diminishing their fighting spirit.

A new round of the match begins. It's Da Chen's turn to serve. Yuwen Xian replicates Bei Qing's previous tactics, having the other three protect her as she rushes straight towards the opponent's goal.

Just as the ball was about to go into the hole, at the critical moment, Tuoba Hongyun rushed to the goal, caught the ball, and then passed it to one of his maids.

The maidservant chased the ball around the field, and the others from Da Chen's side scattered. Yongle went to block the goal, while the others dispersed to try and grab the ball. Apart from Cao Jing, who had actually used knives and guns before, the other two had never experienced such a scene.

In particular, Yuwen Xian's maidservant nearly fell off her horse after being pushed aside by one of Tuoba Hongyun's maidservants during the chase.

If she hadn't practiced riding and archery with Yuwen Xian since she was a child, she probably would have fallen off her horse!

Even though several people chased after Beiqing's players with all their might, Tuoba Hongyun still managed to score!

As a result, Da Chen is now one goal behind Bei Qing!

When the battle ended, Yuwen Xian's maid could no longer hold on. She was not a brave person to begin with, and was so frightened by the Bei Qing group that she immediately dismounted and collapsed to the ground.

"Your Highness, it's all my fault, sob sob sob..." The maid cried so hard, but she really couldn't hold on any longer.

Yuwen Xian patted the top of her head. "You've done very well."

Cao Jing and Yongle stood beside her, both covered in sweat, and comforted her, saying, "That's right, you've persevered through such a long training period, which shows you're really amazing! It's not your fault, those people were just too fierce, I was scared to death too."

"But without me, we..."

"It's okay, we will win."

They had a substitute, also a maid of the princess, but that maid was far less skilled at riding than her.

Even though all three of them were trembling with fear, they dared not tell the truth. Right now, they had no choice but to endure it.

"Go ahead and get some rest."

With a replacement player on the field, the Beiqing group adopted a targeted strategy, and the young maid who was about to be replaced was terrified and started crying loudly on her horse.

As the ball went into their own goal, the three of them let out a long sigh.

Tuoba Hongyun rode over and laughed at Yuwen Xian, "What's wrong? Is there no one else in your Great Chen? You sent a little girl and she's already crying? Maybe she's still breastfeeding! Hahahaha!"

Yongle glared at her fiercely, then shouted at the referee, "Rest! This princess needs a rest!"

The referee dared not offend this angry person, so he immediately paused the game to allow a short break.

Yongle spurred his horse and galloped to Song Yaozhu's platform. He shouted at Song Yaozhu, "Aunt, my niece has been bullied terribly! Are you just going to stand by and watch? Hurry up and change your clothes and come down to teach those little sluts from Beiqing a lesson!"

Song Yaozhu raised her hand to cover her face, feeling utterly humiliated.

Xie Liwei patted her thigh, "Go ahead."

Song Yaozhu covered her face as she retreated from the crowd to change her clothes. How embarrassing! So incredibly embarrassing!

Fifteen minutes later, she rode her spotted pony into the arena, leaving everyone somewhat stunned.

Poyun was clearly a mixed breed. In terms of physique, it couldn't compare to the fine horses of Beiqing, and even compared to Yongle's chestnut horse, it was a size smaller.

However, after arriving at the Prince Xiaoyao's mansion, the horse ate and drank well, and now its coat is glossy and it looks very energetic. It trotted to the center of the field with small, quick steps, full of spirit.

Even if a horse is in good spirits, in the eyes of others it is a mongrel, which means it is not as physically strong as purebred horses.

Those who bet on Da Chen's victory couldn't help but sigh, secretly resolving that if they ever had a daughter, they would send her to learn horseback riding and archery. Otherwise, with the enemy attacking right at their doorstep, they wouldn't have anyone in their family capable of fighting!

Everyone held their breath, sobbing, "We can't lose again!"

Yuwen Wuji, standing in the stands, frowned. "What is she doing down there! Does our Great Chen really have no one left?"

In his eyes, Song Yaozhu was just an unpresentable country girl! Although she had the courage to fight him, he also felt that her skills were all for show and that Xie Liwei must have deliberately trained her.

The Crown Prince immediately said, "My aunt's riding skills are excellent, even better than Yongle's!"

He recounted how Yongle had been rescued by Song Yaozhu when his horse was startled at his residence.

"Oh? Is that so?" Yuwen Wuji said with great interest.

Actually, I had reported this matter to him before, but he forgot about it.

Returning to the field, the two teams regrouped. Tuoba Hongyun sat atop his steed, looking down at Song Yaozhu with disdain.

She curled her thin lips into a mocking smile.

"Does your Great Chen not only lack men, but also horses? You're sending such a crippled horse into battle?"

Before she could finish speaking, Po Yun snorted at her horse, looking defiant.

Song Yaozhu patted Poyun's head and said, "We'll only know if it's a mule or a horse after we take it out for a spin."

"Hmph, today I, this princess, will show you what a fine horse from Beiqing is like!"

After a gong sounded, both sides took their positions. Yuwen Xian served, and Song Yaozhu attacked.

Polo was not an unfamiliar sport to Song Yaozhu. But after more than ten years, this was the first time she had played it so formally.

She was no pushover. Initially, the Bei Qing group wanted to target her, but Song Yaozhu and Po Yun worked together seamlessly. Originally, the two maids were flanking Song Yaozhu, but Song Yaozhu pulled on the reins, and Po Yun dashed off in a blur, a speed that no one else could match.

"My goodness, how can that short-legged pony run so fast?!"

"Holy crap! The horse's legs were practically blurry!"

"Oh my god, where's the ball! The ball! Oh my god! It's in! It's in!"

As Da Chen scored, cheers erupted again. Yuwen Wuji relaxed his brow for a moment, then frowned again.

Is this Song Yaozhu really a village girl?

Why did he feel that the figure running on the field was Xie Wanqing?

Yuwen Wuji rubbed his eyes and stared intently at the people on the field.

Her grip on the golf club was almost identical to Xie Wanqing's!

All you could see was a figure leaping onto horseback, one hand gripping the saddle tightly, the other hooking its foot onto the stirrup, and bending sideways to swing the club.

The movements were fluid and smooth, causing everyone present to scream.

Yuwen Wuji also stood up subconsciously.

It's so similar! It's so similar!