Jiang Yuyao had originally said this to block Bai Linxi, but now that it was repeated, Bai Linxi felt relieved: "That's right! Your sister Yuyao said I can't control you, and now you can't control me either!"
"Good, very good!" Jiang Yihuan laughed in anger, "My own sister has become someone else's sister, and she's helping outsiders to make things difficult for me!"
Su Sheng, who was watching the fun, rode forward. He had always been at odds with Jiang Yihan, but the Marquis of Wu'an always used his battlefield achievements to bully him. Seeing him get humiliated, he couldn't help but gloat. "The county lady and Miss Bai are right! The sons of my father's colleagues are all talented young men. Can I introduce them to Miss Bai later?"
"Su Sheng!" Jiang Yihuan turned his horse and charged forward. "Is it your turn to talk too much?"
Su Sheng hurriedly pulled the reins tight. Jiang Yihuan's mount was a warhorse he had ridden in battle, unlike the Rouge Horse, which kicked and rammed without distinguishing friend from foe.
"Don't you want to be a matchmaker?" Jiang Yihan chased after her relentlessly, and the two tall horses rushed across the official road.
"Cousin, help me!"
"Even the gods can't save you!"
Xinyi Zigu turned at the sound, his sleeves embroidered with golden python threads sweeping across the saddle. Su Sheng was reining in his horse, hiding behind the Crown Prince. His ochre-red attire made his expression even more domineering—after all, he was the eldest princess's cherished only son, even wearing the imperially bestowed purple-gold crown askew with aplomb.
"Your Highness." The Fourth Prince smiled as he rode forward, his black deerskin boots tapping lightly against the horse's belly. "The hunting grounds are bustling with activity today."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Su Sheng shrinking behind the Crown Prince's horse. A shadow crossed Xinyi Zigu's eyes, but he maintained a warm smile. He had been planning the Minister of War for a long time, but a sickly person suddenly appeared...
“Whew—”
The snow-like pony suddenly snorted, drawing everyone's attention to the young man in white on horseback. Xin Yidao's wide sleeves draped over the saddle, the Buddhist beads on his wrist swaying gently with the jolt of the horse's saddle. The pony beneath him was only half the height of a man, its bridle, adorned with pearls, even more exquisite than the warhorse's.
"Jiang Yihuan!" Su Sheng suddenly poked his head out, "Didn't you see my cousin the Crown Prince is here? Can you handle startling the imperial horses?"
Jiang Yihuan scanned the prince's pale face with a cold gaze, his grip on the sword tightening and unclenching. The black-maned warhorse, as if sensing its master's wrath, stomped its iron hooves, crushing the dead branches on the ground.
Xin Yidao raised her sleeve to cover her lips and coughed lightly, the edge of the silk handkerchief faintly stained with blood: "It's okay..."
"Did you hear that? It's okay, the prince!" Su Sheng leaned forward, his neck stiff, the jeweled dagger jingling at his waist. "Why don't you get out of here?"
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