Wang Jingyuan grabbed the horn of the saddle, placed her right foot in the stirrup, and hefted herself up into the saddle. The horse snorted and took a few steps in place to get used to the sudden weight on its back. Instinctively, Wang Jingyuan slouched forward and grabbed the front of the saddle with both hands tightly to steady herself. She was always disoriented by how far away the ground looked from the back of a horse, and it scared her a little.
Yan Qiufeng noticed Wang Jingyuan's tight grip and her tense posture. Yan Qiuyun's voice floated by his ear: You must treat her nicely. She is still a young lady.
He reassured her. "It's alright. Do not fear, Miss Wang. You won't fall off."
"Okay." Wang Jingyuan did not relax her hold.
"It will help with balancing if you keep your back straight," Yan Qiufeng said. "You also want to make sure that your weight is concentrated on your bottom."
