The Little Marquis truly couldn't refuse the offer of five thousand stones of grain. "The last time I participated in horseback archery, I only managed to hit two large watermelons. Aren't you afraid of losing?"
"I trust you, Little Marquis." Fengyu smiled sweetly, like a cunning little fox.
Xie Xun stood up and leaned close to her ear, taking advantage of the situation. "Ten thousand."
Fengyu felt her heart bleeding. Yet another chunk of her golden mountain had been pried away by him. "Deal!"
When Xie Xun and Fengyu galloped onto the field side by side, they stunned the entire crowd. The Little Marquis Xie Xun, clad in bright attire, and Fengyu, fiery as the red maples, appeared like a golden couple from a legend. They were youthful and unparalleled in beauty, brimming with vitality and strength. Black and white, red and black entwined, dimming the brilliance of the entire archery field.
