Chapter Ninety-Four: The Horse Went Out of Control
Song Yiqiu raised her eyes, as if she had heard something unbelievable, and gave a mocking laugh:
"Did Prince Fu come out without taking his medicine today? What I train is none of your business. It's not like I'm training your horse. Where's your horse? Did you lose your horse? Why are you meddling in other people's business?"
"you!"
Seeing her unyielding attitude, Fu Langxing felt a surge of anger rising within him.
He instinctively grabbed Song Yiqiu's wrist, forcing her eyes to look at him, his tone full of anger:
"Song Yiqiu, you are my fiancée! Why can't I control you?"
Song Yiqiu sneered, twisted her wrist in the opposite direction, and easily broke free from his restraint. The force was so great that even Fu Langxing was slightly surprised.
She rubbed her wrist and squinted:
"Fiancée? If I remember correctly, Young Master Fu, weren't you thinking of a marriage exchange, believing that Song Sangyu was more to your liking? She is now the legitimate daughter of the Song family, so this marriage naturally has no place for me. Young Master Fu, you should worry about yourself first!"
The Crown Prince, who was standing on the platform, tapped the armrest with displeasure as he watched Fu Langxing leave, seemingly wanting to get up as well.
But seeing Fu Langxing's handsome face turn blue from the rebuke, he leaned back in his chair with great interest, slowly fanned himself a couple of times, and his interest intensified.
This woman, just as he had thought, was quite interesting.
Song Sangyu looked at Fu Langxing, who had actually gone to see Song Yiqiu and was humiliated by her, and her face turned ugly.
She finally composed herself, her eyes slightly red, and walked gracefully forward. She gently tugged at Fu Langxing's sleeve, and spoke in a pitiful, choked voice:
"Young Master Fu... Sang Yu, Sang Yu is so afraid of that wild horse..."
Fu Langxing was furious with Song Yiqiu, but sensing Song Sangyu's dependence, he subconsciously placed his hand on the back of her hand that was tugging at his clothes, and said softly:
"If you're scared, you don't need to participate. Come with me to the stage."
After saying that, he pulled Song Sangyu to leave the venue, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at Song Yiqiu again, trying to find a trace of jealousy on her face.
However, he was disappointed.
Song Yiqiu didn't even lift her eyelids, calmly continuing to adjust the sleeves of her riding clothes, treating the two of them as if they were invisible.
Seeing this, the onlookers became even more animated in their discussion:
"Look, it's clear that Young Master Fu is indeed fond of Miss Sang Yu!"
"That's right. The marriage was arranged back then, and it was going to be a legitimate daughter of the Song family anyway. It seems like it's only a matter of time before someone else is chosen!"
"Young Master Fu is so considerate to Miss Sangyu. He took her away when he saw she was scared. What a wonderful couple!"
"Song Yiqiu is pitiful too. She just got back, and her fiancé was stolen by her sister..."
These comments helped Song Sangyu regain some face. She nestled next to Fu Langxing, her eyes filled with smugness as she secretly glanced at Song Yiqiu.
Fu Langxing, however, felt little joy. Instead, he felt a strange emptiness and irritation due to Song Yiqiu's complete indifference.
Before being led away by Fu Langxing, Song Sangyu subtly gave Ruan Jiawen a wink.
Ruan Jiawen's face turned pale, but she could only grit her teeth and, along with several other equally apprehensive noble ladies, go to fetch the relatively docile horses that had been assigned to them.
With great effort and the help of her attendants, she managed to climb onto the horse's back, gripping the reins tightly until her knuckles turned white from the strain.
Looking at the tall horses, Ruan Tianxin was also somewhat troubled.
Song Yiqiu walked to her side and whispered:
"Don't be afraid."
He then supported her waist with one hand and, using a clever movement, pushed her upwards.
"superior!"
Ruan Tianxin felt a reassuring and steady force coming from her lower back. With a soft exclamation, she was already sitting steadily on the saddle.
Still shaken, her cheeks flushed slightly, she thanked them softly:
"Thank you, Sister Yiqiu."
All eyes eventually focused on Song Yiqiu and Lie Ma.
The horse had a glossy black coat, bulging muscles, and fierce eyes staring at its surroundings. It lived up to its reputation, snorting incessantly and pawing the ground restlessly.
Everyone wanted to see how this renowned female general would tame this ferocious beast that had killed several people.
Song Yiqiu did not immediately step forward. She approached slowly, her gaze calmly meeting that of the restless horses, attempting to extend goodwill.
She reached out and gently stroked the horse's neck.
However, the spirited horse suddenly raised its head, let out a neigh, and its front hooves suddenly lifted, charging towards Song Yiqiu.
In the most dangerous place, Song Yiqiu dodged to the side, the horse's hooves landing heavily on the ground, kicking up dust.
Crown Prince Xiao Yongjing, standing on the platform, frowned.
In the past, although the autumn hunts were for wild horses, they would be tamed to about 70-80% beforehand, and wild horses would not be used. This year... why is it like this?
I heard hushed whispers behind me:
"Tsk, it seems this young lady of the Song family isn't as formidable as the rumors suggest. It's difficult to even get close. Her only real skill is archery; I doubt she's good at anything else."
"When it comes to horse training, we have to mention the Imperial Noble Consort. Her riding and swordsmanship were unparalleled back then, and it's said that she could rival the old Madam Shen in her prime..."
Imperial Noble Consort Zhao Ke'er is the Crown Prince's apparent foster mother.
Xiao Yongjing didn't even turn his head, coldly uttering a few words:
"Why all this nonsense?"
Silence fell instantly behind him, and the surroundings became deathly still. No one dared to provoke the capricious prince any further.
Off the field, Song Yiqiu's eyes narrowed slightly.
If gentle methods fail, then only force can be used.
Just as the wild horse became restless again and tried to stand upright, Song Yiqiu made a move.
With lightning speed, she pulled out the sharp silver hairpin from her hair and, without hesitation, viciously plunged it into the muscle on the outside of the horse's thigh.
At the same time, she gripped the reins tightly with her other hand, wrapping them around her thumb and forefinger, and with all her strength, she managed to restrain the horse's frenzied outburst caused by pain by relying on the astonishing strength of her arm.
The wild horse neighed wildly in agony, struggling fiercely. Song Yiqiu's eyes were cold and merciless as she stabbed down with the hairpin again.
The swift and decisive action stunned everyone... and a miracle occurred.
Under intense pain and forceful suppression, the wild horse struggled less and less, its front hooves softened, and it knelt down, becoming docile.
Song Yiqiu then loosened the reins, gently pushed off the stirrups, and nimbly mounted the horse, settling into a stable position.
She wiped the silver hairpin clean off the horse and put it back in her hair.
Xiao Yongjing, who witnessed the whole thing, curled the corners of his mouth. That hairpin... he recognized it. It was the same one she had used on the day they first met.
It seems that Song Yiqiu is ruthless not only to others and to herself, but also to everything in the world, with a ruthless spirit that leaves no way out.
Very good, it suits his taste perfectly.
Song Yiqiu rode the black horse, which had been temporarily tamed, and walked slowly around the arena twice to get used to the horse's nature.
Just then, Ruan Jiawen, who had been barely controlling the horse, suddenly seemed to lose control and spurred the horse straight toward Song Yiqiu.
She cried out in panic, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! My horse is out of control!"
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