Su Xiaoxiao sighed faintly. "Princess Kangning, it's not that I underestimate you, but I really can't bear to see you lose face again."
Zhao Kangning asked provocatively, "Are you afraid?"
The young Princess of the Western Jin stroked the mane of the Sihu and said sweetly, "Why wouldn't Qin Su dare?"
Su Xiaoxiao sighed again. "Sigh, no matter what, you're still an envoy of Northern Yan. I've already beaten you twice. If I compete with you again, it'll seem like I'm bullying you."
Zhao Kangning said proudly, "Victory and defeat are common in war. You only won a zither battle. Don't really think of yourself as a victorious general!"
"And horses," Su Xiaoxiao reminded her sternly.
Sihu jumped around and tried its best to respond to their master. At the same time, it made its presence known.
Zhao Kangning looked at the happy foal and pinched her fingers. "You were just lucky to get a good foal. It's not like you're so capable!"
