The Di delegation all wore expressions of pride.

The people of Da Zhao collectively: "..."

Ghost Face rolled its eyes, scratched its front paws, glanced sideways, and snorted, "Charcoal Head, your master says you're invincible."

The iron-hoofed horse trembled: "Big brother, don't eat me! I didn't! I don't know! It's not my fault!"

"Tch, thick skin, tough flesh, hard bones, I'd rather not eat you than have the guts to scrape my teeth," Ghost Face scoffed again with utter disgust, his tone cool as he said, "But you're not bad as a toy for sharpening your claws. If you don't stay away from me later, I'll use you to sharpen my nails for ten days or half a month, until you scream in pain until you die!"

Iron-hoofed Horse: "..."

The starting horn of the game sounded.

Ji Fengyao nimbly flipped and leaped onto the back of the ghost-faced beast. The flamboyant beast and the charming little bandit, the dark fur and the luxurious...

Dili Ronghe also nimbly mounted the horse, but the moment she pressed down on the saddle and exerted force, she felt the horse's legs seem to weaken.

"Beast, what's wrong? Don't you like the fodder from Da Zhao?" Di Lirong lay on the horse's back, affectionately stroking the long mane on Iron Hoof's neck, and whispered comfortingly in Di language: "Come on, show the Ninth Prince's cavalry a thing or two. When we get back, I'll have someone change your fodder to the fodder we brought from our hometown, so you can eat your fill!"

"A ferocious beast? Roaring..." Ghost Face laughed so hard his roar was incoherent, circling his claws in place, his whole body trembling: "You? You call yourself a ferocious beast in front of me? Hahahaha, you show me what a ferocious beast you are, I promise I won't kill you."

Stumbling Horse: "..."

Speechless, tears welling in my eyes, I gaze at the heavens.

It was just a horse yearning for freedom; the world was too unkind to it!

Ji Fengyao patted the ghost-faced man's head and transmitted her thoughts to him, saying, "Be low-key. He's a guest from afar. At least let him run half a lap. Don't embarrass him too much."

Ghost Face was shocked: "Face?! If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known they had that thing!"

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Alright, you win, dog!

The starting horn sounded.

Dili Ronghe only felt a black shadow flash before her eyes, and at the same time a gust of wind blew past her, making her braids slap wildly across her face.

When she came to her senses, she saw the few feathers that had been stuck on her head drifting leisurely past her eyes.

Upon closer inspection, Ghost Mask and Ji Fengyao beside him had already vanished without a trace!

The iron-hoofed horse beneath her, faster than an eagle or a wolf, remained standing still, its four hooves rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

Dili Ronghe: "..."

Dili Junyi: "..."

Di envoy: "..."

Seeing the Di people collectively humiliated and dumbfounded, the ministers and their wives of the Great Zhao, though they looked down on the bandit, couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

Out of consideration for their own status and fear of provoking hatred between the two countries, the officials and their wives all lowered their heads, some drinking and some eating, pretending not to see anything.

"You beast, what's wrong with you? Run! Giddy up!" Dili Rong squeezed her horse's flanks tightly and whipped it sharply. She was quite confident in the Ironhoof Horse's speed, believing that as long as it was willing to chase, it could catch up with and surpass the Ninth Prince's cavalry.

By this time, Ghost Face had already run far away.

Unable to sense the oppressive aura emanating from Ghost Face, Iron Hoof Horse was finally able to gallop freely, but it still dared not approach the area of ​​Ghost Face's oppressive aura. Even though Ghost Face was strolling leisurely ahead, Iron Hoof Horse could only dawdle behind, counting its small steps.

No matter how much Dili Ronghe whipped it, the iron hooves of the horse, bleeding profusely, refused to take another step forward.

After dawdling for almost two hours, Ghost Face finally finished chasing the butterflies, carrying the little colorful flag in his mouth, and with the already sleeping Ji Fengyao on his back, he leisurely ran back to the banquet hall.

Everyone: "..."

If you didn't know it was a competition, you'd think this was someone's daughter who had gone out to play and was being carried back by her own horse!

Shang Xiye got up, took the cloak from Bai Lu, and with a few graceful leaps, landed on the back of the ghost mask.

He carefully picked up the little female bandit and wrapped her in his cloak.

Hidden by the cloak, Ji Fengyao quietly opened her eyes, saw Shang Xiye, winked at him playfully, smiled sweetly, and transmitted her voice, "Your Highness, I'm not asleep."

"Mischievous" Shang Xiye lowered his head and chuckled indulgently.

Since Dili Ronghe hadn't returned yet, he simply held him like that;

Who cares about being in the public eye? He's embracing his own wife, and nobody can stop him!

Another hour or so passed.

Di Lirong returned from outside, her face, which was covered in blood from being whipped, held a small colorful flag in the other hand, her expression long and dark, and she was filled with hostility.

Suddenly looking up, Di Lirong saw Shang Xiye sitting on the back of the ghost mask, with Ji Fengyao nestled in his arms, sleeping peacefully. She felt like the whole world had turned upside down.

This is ridiculous! Can't you be serious for once? They're competing!

"I lost this battle, I lost to the Ninth Prince's cavalry, and I accept it wholeheartedly." Di Lirong, her heart burning with anger, shouted loudly in Ji Fengyao's direction, intending to wake the sleeping Ji Fengyao.

Ji Fengyao: "Zzzzzzz"

Everyone in the room: "..."

Dili Ronghe's face turned green:

That bandit!

Did she even take their match seriously?

She's sleeping so soundly?!

"Yaoyao, Yaoyao, the Di Kingdom princess is back," Shang Xiye whispered to the little bandit girl in his arms.

His gentle and tender demeanor made the ministers of the Great Zhao Dynasty inwardly exclaim, "What the hell? Is this really the Ninth Prince they know?"

Back then, how cold-hearted and ruthless the Ninth Prince was, how unyielding and indomitable he was;

Now they're openly feeding dog food to envoys from neighboring countries; this scene is truly blinding to their eyes!

"Hmm? She's back?" Ji Fengyao peeked out from Shang Xiye's arms, looked around sleepily, and then her gaze fell on Di Lirong, whose nose was almost crooked with anger. She stretched and turned back to Shang Xiye, saying, "Your Highness, you go back and wait for me for a while. I'm going to do some casual cooking and I'll be right back."

After saying that, Ji Fengyao jumped down from Shang Xiye's arms, casually covering her mouth to yawn while urging in a lazy voice, "What's the second round? Hurry up and finish it so I can go back and take a nap."

Ji Fengyao's innocent and charming appearance was so cute that it made Di Lirong grit her teeth.

This isn't some bandit; she's clearly a vixen who knows how to seduce men!

"This time, it's archery!" Dili Rong announced confidently, her expression revealing an undisguised pride and disdain.

Dili Ronghe was most proud of her archery skills:

She was able to hit a target from a hundred paces away and fire three arrows at once when she was only ten years old;

In the entire Di Kingdom, there were no more than ten people who could surpass her in archery.

Even if this bandit wants to use the Ninth Prince's name and his bow again;

Unlike warhorses, those bows don't run off on their own to shoot arrows!

This time, the bandit is doomed to lose!