I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

"inconvenient!"

Chu Mingzheng dodged sideways, his eyes fixed on the red horse. It had been two years since he last saw it.

Chu Mingzheng raised his hand slightly, wanting to touch it. The red horse seemed to sense something, bent its front hooves, and turned its head towards him.

Yang Xier hurriedly tightened the reins, stroked his fur, and whispered, "Little Red Hair, he is His Royal Highness Prince Ningyuan, you must not be rude."

Chu Mingzheng retracted his raised hand and put it behind his back, "Send it back to the stable!"

"Oh!" Yang Xier held the reins and caught up with Chu Mingzheng.

In late autumn, the road is covered with yellow leaves, and cute little animals jump out from time to time, making a rattling sound.

There was even a fat, snow-white cat that jumped over Yang Xier's feet. Yang Xier laughed and said, "This little wild cat is so silly. It doesn't even know to hide when it sees people."

Chu Mingzheng said, "That's the prey raised in the Imperial Garden. They're released every time they go hunting. If you like it, catch it and keep it."

"Why keep it? Are you going to eat sand in the desert with me?" Yang Xier looked at the little red-haired boy beside her, her eyes rolling around. "Are you selling the horses in the Imperial Garden?"

With an expectant look and an innocent look, Chu Mingzheng rubbed his brows and asked, "How much silver do you want to pay?"

Yang Xier had no idea about the market value of horses. She only knew that a cow weighed about three taels. She tentatively extended a finger, then, seeing the person in front of her frozen expression, silently added two more fingers.

"Will thirty taels be enough?"

"This is a fine horse that can travel a thousand miles a day. It is worth a fortune." Chu Mingzheng was angry.

"If you can't buy it, then you can't buy it. Why are you so angry? I'm not buying your horse." Yang Xier felt that she was already very generous. She really didn't know where he got so much time and energy to be so angry.

Chu Mingzheng realized that he had lost his composure and coughed twice silently.

A little white rabbit ran past, and Yang Xier crouched down and quietly chased after it.

"Don't you want it?"

"Nian'er likes it. She caught one before, but after raising it for a few days, her father killed it and fed it to her brother. She cried so hard. Hey, don't interrupt!"

Yang Xier's attack was in vain, so she rolled up her sleeves and tried again. The little girl, clutching her skirt, crouched. Her feet stomped on the leaves, making the branches rustle. Though there was no formal etiquette, there was a natural innocence to it.

It makes people feel happy when looking at it.

Chu Mingzheng picked up two stones and walked forward, "Use this!"

"If you hit a rabbit with a stone, the rabbit will just run away. You're so smart..."

Yang Xier's eyes went dark, and when she came to her senses, she had already fallen on Chu Mingzheng, her head hitting his chest, and his hands were around her lower back, very presumptuous.

Yang Xier thought he had a problem again and tried to push him away, but she didn't dare to use too much force. As she was pushing, she heard Jin Yiluo's voice.

"King Ningyuan is still as sharp as ever, but unfortunately his skills are not as good as before." Jin Yiluo, holding a bow and arrow, passed by the two people and picked up a rabbit hit by an arrow from the grass.

Chu Mingzheng turned over and sat up.

Yang Xier looked down at her shoulder and found that her sleeve was torn. It turned out that he was coming for her. A cough broke her contemplation, and Yang Xier hurriedly helped Chu Mingzheng to stand up.

"Here you go!" Jin Yiluo threw the bloody rabbit in front of Yang Xier.

Crazy! Yang Xier rolled her eyes secretly.

"Let's not disturb the little Khan's interest." Chu Mingzheng pulled Yang Xier away.

Jin Yiluo held his bow to block the two men's path. "They are just little creatures, so boring. Why don't you, Prince Ningyuan, come with me to go hunting far away?"

"I can't ride a horse, so I won't disturb the little Khan."

Chu Mingzheng coldly refused. Jin Yiluo had expected this and put the bow on his back. "Then let me borrow your horse."

After that, get on your horse.

The originally docile red horse charged forward, shaking the man on its back violently, determined to throw him off. But the man on its back was the Xiongnu's greatest warrior, who had subdued countless fierce horses, so how could he be thrown off so easily?

The red horse bent its front hooves and rolled to the side. Faced with the untamed fierce horse, Jin Yiluo was furious. With his left hand, he grabbed the horse's head rope and lifted it high. With his right hand, he drew the dagger from his leg and stabbed it into the horse's neck.

The red horse neighed to the sky and collapsed to the ground. Its wail lingered in the air for a long time. Jin Yiluo had already dismounted and walked towards Chu Mingzheng with a sneer.

"What's the point of keeping this beast if it doesn't listen?" He didn't believe that Chu Mingzheng could still remain calm.

"Little Red Hair!" Yang Xier knelt beside the horse and tore off the corner of her clothes to bandage the wound, but the wound was too deep and a large amount of blood flowed out from the neck, and she couldn't stop the bleeding no matter what she did.

The sound of fighting rang out, and the red horse whined and struggled to get up. But its injuries were too severe, and it fell to its knees, sinking into a pool of blood. It was no longer breathing, only its eyes were wide open.

The smell of blood filled her brain. Yang Xier pulled out the long arrow from the rabbit and walked towards Jin Yiluo.

Jin Yiluo pushed Chu Mingzheng against the tree trunk and punched him again and again. An arrow came out from the side. He turned his head to avoid it and saw a hand coming towards him.

There was a crisp and loud snap.

Jin Yiluo looked over in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?"

Yang Xier was so angry that she rushed forward without caring about anything. But since she had already hit him, it was too late to regret.

"I'm going to hit you. What am I afraid of? Can anyone be worse off than me now? If you kill me, I'll thank you for giving me a quick death."

Jin Yiluo snorted coldly: "I remember that the Marquis of Chengyang has two daughters. How about letting them come and accompany you?"

"Okay!" Yang Xier was not to be outdone. "One of them I've never even met, and the other one has hurt me to this point. Do you think I care?"

"What about Yang Nian'er?" Jin Yiluo asked back.

Yang Xier didn't expect that he even remembered Nian'er, and the long arrow in her hand trembled slightly.

Chu Mingzheng spat out a mouthful of blood, which rushed straight into Jin Yiluo's face.

Jin Yiluo was sprayed in the face, and his face was covered with disgust, "You people in Sheng Dynasty are all sick!"

Chu Mingzheng panted, "I am ill and have offended the little Khan. Miss Lu, please wipe the little Khan quickly."

"oh oh……"

Yang Xier took out a handkerchief and walked forward, but Jin Yiluo pushed her away in disgust.

"Miss Lu, just wait for good news."

"What do you want to do?"

Thinking of Nian'er, Yang Xier raised the arrow tremblingly, and Jin Yiluo was amused by her silly action.

"Why, you want to kill me?"

"Little Khan, you're joking. How dare I!"

Yang Xier turned the arrow and pointed it at Chu Mingzheng's chest, asking, "There are only three of us now. If Prince Ningyuan dies, who do you think others will think killed him?"

"interesting!"

Jin Yiluo crossed his arms over his chest, staring blankly at Yang Xier, and said provocatively, "Kill her! I'll be your watch."

Yang Xier suppressed loudly: "Don't think I don't dare!"

"Kill!" Jin Yiluo continued to urge.