Before a long, seemingly endless line of barricades, the carriage stopped. Sun Xingjian turned back and shouted into the carriage, "I'll go get someone to open the gate!" Then he rode off at full speed toward a large tent.

Before long, the owner himself came out, opened a door, and let the horses and carriages in. He then stepped back to the door and stood respectfully by the door, with a smile on his face.

When the carriage stopped again, the group had arrived at the hunting grounds' camp. A dozen tents formed a small world. There were many more such tents in the distance, but today Wei Shuwan and his entourage numbered only a dozen or so, so this camp was sufficient.

Out of habit, Sun Xingjian remained vigilant even though he was no longer at the border. He rode around to survey the surroundings, and only returned to the camp after confirming that there was nothing amiss. At this time, Wei Shuwan and Pan Wenjun had both dismounted from the carriage and were waiting for him.

Sun Xingjian, mounted on horseback, looked at Pan Wenjun, who was smiling at him from below, and was momentarily stunned. "Why are you here too?"

As soon as he asked the question, he realized what he had done. His questioning gaze turned sharp as he looked at his niece.

The other day, my sister said she wanted to play polo at the upcoming Autumn Festival, but was worried about embarrassing herself in front of everyone, so she was anxious to ask him for some horsemanship lessons. He should have realized that this was just an excuse. If she really wanted to learn horsemanship, not only would the Wei family have no shortage of talent, but even her fiancé, the Prince of Xiaoqiaochuan, was an expert in this field. Why would she need to come to him for help?

Sure enough, that was their purpose.