Chapter 137: Bring Her a Few Lines

There are many cliffs here; climbing the mountain path gives a full view of this hunting ground.

There are dedicated managers who specially care for the whole hunting ground, attending to all the animals needed here.

Autumn means harvest.

The autumn hunt of the Great Xia is, to a certain extent, closely related to the nation's fortune.

The Great Xia imperial family must display grandeur, share joy with the people, and share all the game from the hunting ground with them.

Besides all the royal relatives and noble officials, it also allows some talented commoners and famous merchants to participate.

Moreover, in the autumn hunt, the game handed over is also highly valued.

After all, that is the standard for receiving rewards.

This time, Yun Fengyun changed some rules.

All the game belongs to private individuals.

However, when hunting, besides using bows and arrows or manpower, the use of fire is prohibited.

Once a mountain fire spreads, the damage it causes is enormous.

Not only to animals, but even to humans, especially these royal relatives, it will cause great impact.

"Husband, the hunting ground has high mountains and deep forests, surely full of danger; be careful."

Yun Xiyue told Yang Jun all the rules.

Leaning in Yang Jun's embrace, she reminded him again.

Her goal is clear: no matter what, she will help Yang Jun come in first.

This she had already decided in her heart.

Her choice will not be wrong.

Her judgment will not be lacking.

Yang Jun must astonish the whole crowd, making everyone look up to him!

"Generally speaking, the autumn hunt has no taboos."

"However, causing loss of life is strictly forbidden; this is the most important rule."

"Besides that, nothing is forbidden."

"Husband, therefore you must also be extra careful in these matters!"

Yun Xiyue gave another reminder, when Yun Xuanmo unexpectedly came over.

"Yang Jun, be careful in everything."

Yun Xuanmo meant well, but as soon as he spoke, Yun Xiyue immediately glared at him fiercely.

"What are you talking about? What are you doing following us?"

Faced with his younger sister's displeasure, Yun Xuanmo gave a slight smile.

"Xi Yue, this is the Empress Dowager's order."

"I know you might disregard orders, but remember, this autumn hunt was ordered by the Father Emperor; neither imperial princesses nor noble ladies are allowed to enter the hunting ground."

"The Empress Dowager said you must obey."

Yun Xuanmo's words made Yun Xiyue purse her lips.

She looked at Yang Jun, hoping he would speak kind words for her.

Only by doing so can she stay by Yang Jun's side.

Having finally got this opportunity, she most hopes to stay by Yang Jun's side and witness his might.

"Xi Yue, obeying orders is right."

"The hunting ground's environment is complex; both people and animals here face danger."

"So don't rush in; obeying orders is what should be done."

Yang Jun's words made Yun Xuanmo chuckle.

"Xi Yue, look, this is what your husband said." "Yang Jun, I'll give you a good thing."

While speaking, Yun Xuanmo threw something at Yang Jun.

"This is the hunting ground's terrain map, newly drawn this year; take it."

"Hmph, why not bring it out earlier?"

Yun Xuanmo's words made Yun Xiyue immediately snort coldly and rebuke him.

Yun Xiyue naturally also prepared a map for Yang Jun, but it was last year's terrain; after a year, there will be some changes.

"Thanks, indeed, getting things done still relies on one's own people."

Yang Jun smiled; this little guy Yun Xuanmo brings him countless benefits as well.

Yun Xuanmo sat on his horse, clasped his hands toward Yang Jun, sped up and rode forward; as a member of the imperial clan, he naturally had to return to the troop.

The autumn hunt is very grand.

It displays imperial authority and shows vitality.

Of course, showing vigor is the young people's affair.

Those elders, of course, are to enjoy it.

Some elders all turned their gazes toward the young people participating this time.

They are full of anticipation for this autumn hunt.

"I don't know which family's little one will get the top prize."

"I've heard that there will be honored guests this year; His Majesty added extra rewards for this."

Someone spoke up, and everyone then opened up.

Regarding such matters, they also fell silent.

Autumn hunt, of course it's their stage, but looking at this younger generation, Zhou Tian, General Zhou, seems capable of taking the lead.

That's right, General Zhou is extremely likely to be first.

That's not certain; everyone should know that last year, the son of the Minister of War, Young Master Zhao Cheng, was second.

Indeed, last year first place was none other than our Great Xia's Eldest Prince; this year the Eldest Prince does not participate, so Young Master Zhao Cheng could very well take first.

Young Master Zhao Cheng is strong, undeniable; but General Zhou is even more formidable, truly an outstanding talent among the younger generation.

However, he was defeated by Yang Jun.

That doesn't count; at the time the bout was only a light exchange.

Then tell me, was he beaten up by Yang Jun or not?

If Yang Jun didn't have the Prince, humph!

Anyway, just say whether he was beaten or not.

This is the autumn hunt, not a martial duel, it's archery on horseback, a comprehensive test!

But he was still beaten.

Alright, we're all colleagues.

I, on the contrary, am optimistic about the Fifth Prince.

Amid the crowd's argument, a sycophantic voice suddenly popped up.

I have had the fortune to see the Fifth Prince shoot arrows; he bears the Emperor's aura, and based on that alone, upon reaching the hunting grounds he will surely display great might.

That is indeed reasonable; General Zhou is formidable, but the prince enjoys the Emperor's favor, possesses the Emperor's bloodline, and in competition he would likely have the edge.

In my opinion, whether it's General Zhou or the prince, them taking first place is only fitting; the Emperor favors them both, so wouldn't this matter be easily settled?

Exactly, exactly.

Precisely, precisely.

Soon the argument turned amicable.

Yun Fengyun sat on a chair draped with tiger skin, wearing a benevolent expression.

Yang Ye was at his side, the two seemingly chatting idly.

But Yun Fengyun heard every word of the officials' debate.

Hearing their words, he was also quite pleased.

To be frank, your words do have some merit, but I believe that Young Master Yang Jun may well take first place.

Oh? How so?

Look, in this situation, Young Master Yang shows no tension, handles things calmly— isn't that confidence?

Oh? Full of confidence? Or could it be that he thinks he'll surely lose, so he has no desire to contend?

That also makes sense; look at the rest of the younger generation, they team up, while he goes it alone— could it be that he's used to indulging in pleasure, has decided this time he'll fail, and so simply gives up, not even bothering to compete?

Indeed that's possible; since he can't win anyway, he might as well let himself enjoy rather than suffer defeat.

If that's the case, isn't he then destined to lose?

Everyone chattered, one remark after another.