Yin Zheng was fantasizing about the Princely Heir of Lord Zhao Ning when the latter was practicing mounted archery on the training field at that moment.
At the foot of Mount Wangchun, with poplar trees enveloping its surroundings, it was springtime, the grass was short, the animals were fat, and flags were fluttering on the mountain. The long winds scattered the drifting clouds, and sunlight flooded the length of the platform.
On the vast and open training ground, a silver steed galloped like the wind.
