The atmosphere was getting tense. The scorching sun was like roasting their skin.
Summer had arrived. Some of the small springs were starting to shrink, and soon they would probably dry up. The citizens should start saving water now, in stark contrast to the aristocrats who seemed casual.
But fortunately, the Qing Palace had a spring that never receded even despite the drought. The spring is considered sacred.
"Give me your direction and advice! I have to beat him." Ignoring the scorching sun that morning, Prince Dwei finally rose from defeat. His hand gripped the stick tighter to fight.
Ying Hua nodded. Her arms crossed like a skilled teacher. "Okay. Now get ready! Open your legs! Create perfect, sturdy horses! Focus your gaze!"
