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Feng Yinxiao stared blankly at "Wandering Thoughts," and suddenly thought, why not take this opportunity to share her thoughts with Fourth Sister to avoid deepening misunderstandings?!
Coincidentally, Yun Kexin had also made up her mind to have a good chat with Feng Yinxiao. So one led the horse while the other walked beside it, both silently pondering how to start the conversation.
On the lawn over there, Wei Qing and Yun Kexin were having a lively discussion, completely free of the awkwardness of first meetings. Initially, Wei Qing had given Yun Kexin the impression of being somewhat arrogant and difficult to please. However, after chatting, he realized that he had been deceived by her appearance; she was actually very easygoing, not pretentious at all, and lacked the superiority often associated with a prominent family background, making her quite approachable.
"Seventh Sister, do you need me to help you mount the horse?" Wei Qing said, patting his beloved steed while smiling at Yun Kexin.
"Sure! Since I'm learning to ride, I should listen to my teacher," Yun Kexin replied with a smile, extending her hand generously towards Wei Qing. "Thank you, Wei Qianhu."
Wei Qing took advantage of the moment to use his strength to help Yun Kexin onto the horse's back and said with a smile, "I'm off duty now and in plain clothes. Just call me by my name; there's no need for formalities. Even His Highness does so, let alone me as a subordinate."
"Calling you by your name doesn't seem quite right," Yun Kexin said after settling herself and turning to look down at the ground. "I think it's more appropriate to call you 'Heir Apparent.'"
"That's fine; call me whatever you think is best, Seventh Sister," Wei Qing replied with a smile. "Just don't keep calling me 'Wei Qianhu'... Let's get started."
Yun Kexin nodded with a smile, tugged on the reins, and followed Wei Qing's instructions to build rapport with the horse—stroking its fur and gently patting its neck to familiarize it with her presence and scent without rushing. Afterward, he explained what she needed to pay attention to while riding before they began.
"Seventh Sister, remember to hold onto the reins tightly," Wei Qing called out to Yun Kexin, who was happily riding nearby. "Keep your feet in the stirrups, stay focused, don't get distracted, and don't rush things."
"I got it!" Yun Kexin waved her arm cheerfully.
After running a few laps, Yun Kexin felt a bit tired and decided to dismount.
"Heir Apparent, I want to see you ride."
"What? Are you trying to test me?" Wei Qing leaned slightly forward and lowered his head with a smile as he looked at Yun Kexin. "Or do you want to see if I'm just pretending to be a teacher?"
Yun Kexin laughed and replied frankly, "Neither! I just simply want to see Heir Apparent ride because usually martial artists have great riding skills. Some can shoot arrows or wield swords while riding; others might bend down and hide on one side of the horse while galloping. If you're not paying attention, you might only see the horse but not the person..."
"Those are indeed the unique skills of a commander," Wei Qing said as he turned slightly and pointed in Feng Yinxiao and Yun Yan's direction. "Back in the day, he would charge into enemy lines while riding at full speed, shooting arrows like rain to rescue others." Wei Qing paused for a moment, his tone filled with admiration and respect. "He was also proficient in swordsmanship; his strikes were swift and overwhelming, leaving opponents dazzled and unable to defend themselves."
"Young Lord is that impressive?" Yun Kexin's eyes brightened as she asked with a smile.
In fact, what was left unsaid was: Fourth Sister now has such a powerful "flower protector," who would dare to bully her or Second House?!
"Of course, does Seventh Sister think that this Qingyuan Marquis is just a name?" Wei Qing misunderstood Yun Yun Kexin's words and laughed, "How about I let Young Lord come over and 'demonstrate' a few moves for you?"
Yun Yun Kexin also gazed into the distance towards Feng Yinxiao and Yun Yan, seeing the two walking side by side on the grassland. Sometimes they would look at each other and smile, continuing to "whisper" to each other... What a happy couple; it's better not to disturb them.
"No, Heir Apparent, you misunderstood me," Yun Yun Kexin retracted her gaze and smiled calmly, "I have never doubted Young Lord's abilities; I have always believed in him."
Wei Qing gestured for Yun Yun Kexin not to just stand there foolishly and suggested they take a walk together. The two walked on the grassland as the sun set. A pair of riders on a swift horse galloped past them, closely followed by Tong Zhichen, who was calling out while riding, "Your Highness, Your Highness, slow down, too fast, stop..."
This was met with a teasing remark from Prince Qin Yan: "What’s wrong? Are you envious of this prince and Zhen'er? That young master Tong should hurry up and invite Seventh Sister to fly together..."
Tong Zhichen was so angry he gritted his teeth and fiercely flicked his whip, continuing to chase after them while muttering to himself: It's not that I don't invite Yun Kexin, but she's being "occupied," alright? And by none other than the dignified Wei Qianhu!
Yun Yun Kexin couldn't help but chuckle at the scene and turned to ask Wei Qing, "Heir Apparent, is the prince this mischievous in the palace as well?"
"In the palace, he restrains himself somewhat; after all, he is the prince," Wei Qing said while watching the two distant figures galloping away, smiling lightly. "But now that the prince is outside the palace without restrictions, he returns to his true childlike nature. That's nothing; it’s just..." Wei Qing suddenly stopped smiling, his expression becoming serious. "He is always so close to Zhen'er; I fear if the empress finds out, it will cause trouble..."
"Matters of the heart are something that no one can understand or persuade except oneself," Yun Yun Kexin said with some emotion.
She recalled in her previous life when her brother Yun Ke had hinted that Fu Yihang was not suitable for her, but she did not listen.
"Well, let's take it one step at a time," Wei Qing said thoughtfully. "As ministers, aside from giving appropriate reminders and secretly protecting the prince, we cannot take matters into our own hands."
At that moment, the prince and Tong Zhichen appeared out of nowhere, panting heavily in front of them:
"Yun Kexin, have you learned to ride yet?" Tong Zhichen wiped the sweat from his forehead and caught his breath before half-jokingly and half-seriously saying, "I request assistance; His Highness is too 'bullying'!"
"Oh? How has the prince 'bullied' you?" Yun Yun Kexin asked knowingly.
"I was following His Highness as protection," Tong Zhichen replied. "But the prince insists that if I don't invite you along, he won't let me follow either and even wants to pin a 'dereliction of duty' charge on me. Isn't that 'bullying'?"
Wei Qing was taken aback: Is His Highness intentionally creating an opportunity for Young Master Tong—are the three of them really that close?
“Heir Apparent, can I ride alone now?” Yun Kexin asked.
“You're a beginner, so you can run within a limited area,” Wei Qing replied without hesitation. “But you absolutely cannot participate in a large-scale racing competition.”
“There’s no racing,” Tong Zhichen quickly interjected, suddenly blushing as he softly said, “Actually, I want Yun Kexin to ride with me, following behind the Crown Prince and Zhen'er. We can go at a slower pace.”
“That’s fine; I have no objections,” Yun Kexin said with a bright smile.
“Then it’s settled. Yun Kexin will ride with Young Master,” Wei Qing said seriously, as if commanding an army, “and I, Heir Apparent, will ride another horse to protect you both.”
“It's decided then,” Tong Zhichen thought Wei Qing would put up resistance but was surprised at how smoothly it went. He laughed and said, “Thank you, Wei Qianhu… Yun Kexin, let’s get on the horse quickly.”
****
Feng Yinxiao led his beloved chestnut steed while Yun Yan walked quietly beside him.
“So, Young Lord has known Seventh Sister for a long time?” Yun Yan turned back and looked at Feng Yinxiao with a gentle smile, asking, “Was it during the time in Fan City?”
“Yes, and I even ‘coincidentally’ saved her,” Feng Yinxiao recalled the situation back then, his brow furrowing and his voice deepening. “She was set up and fell into a trap, almost ruining her reputation.”
“Is that so?” Yun Yan suddenly stopped in her tracks, her breath uneven. “Why has Seventh Sister never mentioned this to us? When she returned from Fan City, she didn’t seem any different, except for being shocked and pained by our father’s misfortune.”
“I think this might be Seventh Sister's uniqueness,” Feng Yinxiao said lightly. “Her own matters are insignificant; family is what truly concerns her.”
“That silly sister…” Yun Yan murmured anxiously.
“Fourth Sister, you are a good girl, and I appreciate Second Madam's kindness, but I—” Feng Yinxiao tried to express himself as gently as possible without hurting Yun Yan's pride. “I believe I am still young and not yet prepared for marriage; thus, I fear I would disappoint Second House's good intentions.”
"Oh, besides these, is there no other reason?" Yun Yan smiled lightly, "For example, Seventh Sister?"
"Well, that is part of the reason," Feng Yinxiao felt relieved when he saw that Yun Yan was not as persistent as he had feared. However, he still held reservations about his unique feelings for Yun Kexin. "But there isn't much between me and Seventh Sister. We often intersect because of certain matters."
"Young Lord, don't be nervous or rush to deny anything," Yun Yan looked up and said understandingly. "I have never blamed you or suspected Seventh Sister. It's just that I am naturally timid and let my elders make decisions on many matters, so I couldn't respond to you immediately."
"What does Fourth Sister suggest?" Feng Yinxiao asked patiently.
"If Young Lord doesn't mind, it would be best for you to speak to my mother about this in person," Yun Yan said thoughtfully. "Let her have a clear understanding. Our families have a deep friendship, and what we have between us is only verbal; nothing has been set in stone. My mother will surely understand."
"Thank you for your understanding, Fourth Sister," Feng Yinxiao expressed his gratitude. "As long as it doesn't affect the friendship between our families, I will personally speak to Second Madam when I return home..."
Tong Zhichen rode his horse, occasionally glancing back at Yun Kexin sitting behind him, feeling sweet like honey in his heart. He followed the Crown Prince and Zhen'er while chatting with her casually, feeling quite comfortable. But when he turned back again and found the Crown Prince was gone, he felt puzzled. Just then, a teasing laugh came from behind: "Young Master Tong, your horse is running too slowly; let this Prince give you a hand!"
Before Tong Zhichen could react, he heard the sound of whips cracking and horses neighing, and then felt his startled horse galloping wildly forward.
"Yun Kexin!" Wei Qing was alarmed and hurriedly chased after them while shouting loudly, "Don't panic, quickly grab onto Young Master Tong's waist..."
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