Ling Hua had no idea that Yan Qing had gone out of the city to hunt. After lunch, she went back to bed for a nap and fell into a deep sleep. The butler was talking with Liuli in the courtyard, but unlike Yan Qing, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, she naturally couldn't hear them.
Actually, Yan Qing merely wanted to ride his Sweat-Blood Precious Horse out of the city for a gallop, not planning on going out to hunt at all. After all, the game he liked to eat was all raised on Qiyun Mountain. There was no game to hunt; he could only go to Qiyun Mountain to eat or have someone from there bring it to Marquis Duanjing's residence.
He rode the Sweat-Blood Precious Horse non-stop along the official road outside the Capital until he was a hundred miles away, where he finally reined in his horse at the foot of a mountain.
