Li Mochan grasped the reins and glanced back at Xiao Lingchen, who was catching up. His eyes were cold and sharp, the provocation in them unmistakable.
Xiao Lingchen glanced at Ye Jiuliang, then turned to meet Li Mochan's gaze with an equally sharp retort.
In an instant, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
On the battlefield between men, only the victor could be king.
As the wind stirred, the two horses charged out swiftly.
The spectators in the stands watched the scene unfold with eager anticipation, sensing a whiff of gossip amidst the excitement.
It seemed that the young master of the Xiao Family had taken a liking to Ye Jiuliang of the Ye Family.
Everyone loves a stunning beauty, but when the beauty is a king among men, that's a tough nut to crack.
Feng Yi dismounted and stood beside Ye Jiuliang.
"Jiuliang, it seems Xiao Lingchen is truly smitten with you," he teased.
Ye Jiuliang quirked her lips, responding indifferently, "Maybe he's smitten with Mohan."
