However, it is said that the Ninth Prince's war steed is indeed extremely fierce. Since obtaining this war steed, the Ninth Prince has become even more powerful and almost invincible.

If she could subdue this beast and offer it to the Second Prince…

A playful glint appeared in Wan Yan's eyes.

She thought that the bandit bringing her to the stables was a difficult task, but unexpectedly, it gave her a pleasant surprise.

No matter how ferocious a beast is, it is still just a beast; moreover, even the Second Prince praised her horse-taming skills, and three months was not enough for her to tame a warhorse.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

The ghost-faced creature lay sprawled on its back with its belly exposed, sleeping soundly in a blissful posture, when suddenly it heard a series of extremely faint footsteps approaching from afar.

The Ninth Prince's Mansion has never been peaceful. At night, men in black often sneak around, but no one has ever tried to harm it, so it always pretends not to see them.

But this time, the footsteps came straight toward it;

It seems like they came specifically for this!

In the darkness, the ghost-faced figure opened its dark, bright eyes slightly, glanced at the slender person, silently turned its head, and revealed the nails on its claws that were as sharp as steel blades.

To everyone's surprise, the person stopped a dozen meters away from it.

After a soft rustling sound, the aroma of roasted meat wafted from beside the person.

"I mean you no harm. I heard you like meat, so I came especially to bring you a late-night snack. Smell it, doesn't it smell good?" Wan Yan whispered, in the exact tone of the Big Bad Wolf tricking Little Red Riding Hood: "This was personally grilled by the head chef of Binxiang Restaurant!"

Ghost Face: "..."

Where did this idiot come from?

The meat I eat must be freshly slaughtered, roasted, or steamed!

Are you trying to entice me with this piece of pork that's been dead for days? Are you kidding me?

Wan Yan waited for a long time, but the ghost mask didn't move. She then whispered and coaxed, "Little colt, come here, come and eat..."

Ghost Face: "!!!"

I'm not one of those spineless cowards!

I hate it when people compare me to those spineless cowards!

"pony……"

“┗|｀O′|┛Aww~~!”

"Koma, ah...!"

Before Wan Yan could finish her second cry of "Little Colt," Ghost Face suddenly sprang up, pounced with a claw, and sent her flying like a cannonball, landing somewhere unknown.

Ghost Face grinded its claws on the ground in hatred, then smashed the food box Wan Yan brought to pieces with another claw, and roared wildly to the sky:

Holy crap!

Little Ma, you old man!

If you dare call me "Little Pony" again, I'll tear you apart!

Not long after, the guards reported to Shang Xiye, who was already resting in Hui Nuan Pavilion, that Wan Yan had been shoved out of the mansion by Ghost Face's claw.

Shang Xiye neither confirmed nor denied: "Ignore her."

"Yes, Your Highness," the guard replied and left.

Ji Fengyao sensed that Shang Xiye was communicating telepathically. She raised her fluffy little head and asked sleepily, "What's wrong, Your Highness? What happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that claw sharpening toy you found for Ghost Face, it might not be very durable," Shang Xiye said, gently kissing the little bandit's forehead.

The claw-sharpening toy she found for Ghost Face?

Does she have... Wanyan?

Wan Yan actually had the audacity to go and play with Ghost Face?

Has she lost her mind?!

The next morning, Wan Yan woke up with a bruised and swollen face on a corner chair in a corner of a room.

Her collar was hanging on the corner of the roof, making her look like a human-shaped banner, swaying back and forth in the wind at the corner of the house.

There were several passersby below, looking up at her and pointing at her.