Song Yan'er looked at Yelü Xue, whose face was ashen:
"Let's begin! How should we compete?"
Yelü Xue also realized: only by winning could she erase the shame! So she had to win!
"Then let's lap the racetrack 10 times, and whoever is the fastest wins!"
Speed is my forte!
Song Yan'er looked at Yelü Xue expressionlessly:
"Okay, but how about we have a little prize?"
Yelü Xue: "If I lose, I will give up on Xiao Yang. Conversely, if you lose, you will also leave Xiao Yang!"
Song Yan'er looked at Yelü Xue and sneered:
"Do you think I'm that stupid? Xiao Yang has nothing to do with you anyway. Whether you give up or not, who cares! I think we should be more practical and let whoever wins take the other's horse!"
Yelü Xue's face flushed red, but after glancing at Song Yan'er's horse, she was very satisfied, so she made the decision!
The men who were preparing for the horse race stopped competing and stood aside watching the battle between the two women!
As the red flag was lowered, Yelü Xue whipped her Akhal-Teke horse hard, and the horse neighed and galloped forward!
Song Yan'er remained calm and composed, rubbing her hands together before whispering in Black Wind King's ear:
"Come on, if you beat it, we've won! You wouldn't want me to lose you to someone else, would you!"
Seeing that Yelü Xue had gone about half a lap around her, Song Yan'er began to ride the Black Wind King at top speed!
Even though Yelü Xue's Akhal-Teke horse was excellent, Black Wind King was, after all, a horse that had survived wars and had stayed in Song Yan'er's space for several years, so it was no longer comparable to any other horse!
On the third lap, Song Yan'er caught up with Yelü Xue, glanced back at her with a provocative look, as if to say:
You're nothing special!
Yelü Xue instantly lost her composure, after all, this was on her horse, a sport she had always been proud of! So she simply couldn't accept it!
She lashed the whip more and more fiercely, but no matter how fast the Akhal-Teke horse accelerated, it could never catch up with the Black Wind King, who was only half a horse's length ahead of it!
And so, Yelü Xue was forced to run five laps by Song Yan'er!
Xiao Yang's lips twitched as he watched from the side. For some reason, he was reminded of the scene when he followed Song Yan'er into the mountains. It was similar to a horse race. She always kept a certain distance from you. If you were fast, she would be fast; if you were slow, she would be slow!
It seems his wife enjoys this kind of quirky humor! He completely understands Yelü Xue's feelings right now!
I imagine she was even worse off than I was back then, after all, they were enemies!
Just as Xiao Yang had thought, Yelü Xue was furious to see Song Yan'er teasing her like she was a puppy!
With only one lap left to go, Yelü Xue lost her temper and threw away the riding whip in her hand, taking out the silver whip from her waist!
"Smack!"
Yelü Xue lashed out with her whip!
The Akhal-Teke horse neighed in agony, but still struggled to maintain its balance and not throw its rider off.
"Smack!"
Yelü Xue has lost her mind. All she can see is Song Yan'er's back, and she is completely oblivious to the pain of the horse beneath her!
When Song Yan'er heard the strange sound of the Akhal-Teke horse, she turned her head and saw whip marks on the horse's rump that were torn open!
Song Yan'er's face immediately darkened!
"Black Wind King, speed up! We need to rescue that Ferghana horse!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Black Wind King seemed to have been freed from some kind of shackle, his horse's hooves pounding rapidly, and he quickly completed the last lap!
Seeing that the outcome was decided, Yelü Xue dismounted at high speed upon reaching the finish line, then lashed out with her silver whip at the leg of the Akhal-Teke horse!
"hiss!"
Those watching from the sidelines gasped. What use is even the finest Akhal-Teke horse if it loses its legs?
This princess of the Western Liao Dynasty really can't accept defeat!
Song Yan'er didn't expect Yelü Xue to do such a thing. After all, this kind of person cares a lot about face and would never give people the feeling that he can't accept defeat!
Today's stress level was probably too high!
So he lost his mind!
In the blink of an eye, Song Yan'er, who was not far from Yelü Xue, blocked Yelü Xue's whip with her peerless sword the instant it lashed out at the Ferghana horse!
Then, after waving it a few times in the air, the whip in Yelü Xue's hand broke into several pieces!
"Princess of the Western Liao! You're such a sore loser. But since you've lost, this Akhal-Teke horse is mine now. If you hit it again, that will be a provocation!"
Yelü Xue...
Honestly, I've never been so embarrassed before!
Then he started spouting nonsense: "What are you so arrogant about? No matter how capable you are, Xiao Yang's mother still looks down on you. She told me she's going to divorce you! I'd like to see how long you can hold out!"
Song Yan'er gave a casual sneer:
Do I care?
Today, Bai Yang was the only one who was smart enough not to step forward, otherwise I was prepared to wipe them all out!
Whoever makes you uncomfortable is an enemy, and enemies should be annihilated!
Song Yan'er ignored Yelü Xue's shouts and went straight to the Ferghana horse to check the wound on its buttocks!
"Tsk! That's ruthless! This horse has suffered under your care! Luckily, it'll enjoy a good life with me from now on!"
As soon as the match ended, Xiao Yang walked over here:
"Sister, from now on I belong to you!"
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