Chu Qiao's heart skipped a beat. She would be getting her just deserts after all. Unexpectedly, Zhuge Yue remarked, "Follow Zhu Cheng later on and find an able guard to teach you how to ride a horse."
"Ah?" Chu Qiao and Zhu Cheng froze, then exclaimed in unison.
Zhuge Yue raised his sword-like eyebrows, frowned slightly, and declared deeply with an impatient look, "What's the matter? Is there a problem?"
"No problem, no problem." Zhu Cheng was seventeen this year and he had followed Zhuge Yue since he was young. Hence, he naturally knew that Zhuge Yue practiced what he preached. He replied in an appeasing tone, "I'll bring Miss Xing Er there right away."
Zhuge Yue raised his head in suspicion, frowned again, and stared at Zhu Cheng. "Xing Er just turned eight… Why are you calling her 'Miss'?"
