Chapter 205: The Princess Tames a Horse

Just as Jun Zijin was about to step toward the horse track, Jun Chengcai came over again, his face full of worry.

"Little sister, Father asked me to pass on a message: just do your best. If you lose, the family will bear the consequences; the Northern demoness won't dare do anything to you."

Hearing Jun Zhengming say these words, a warmth welled up in Jun Zijin's heart, and she nodded in agreement.

At this moment, everyone was waiting for Jun Zijin to appear; a frail woman about to challenge the taming of a fierce Northern horse was undoubtedly a rare spectacle to behold.

As soon as Jun Zijin appeared, the entire arena was stirred, and the gazes of all the spectators were focused on her.

She was seen dressed in black, looking heroic and spirited, her figure as light as a willow, her face as cold as snow, and her eyes as bright as cold stars.

"Look, what a handsome young lady Princess Qingping is. I hope she doesn't lose; otherwise, left to the mercy of that Northern princess, she surely won't be spared. It would be one thing if she just lost her life, but if she were left crippled, broken in hand and foot, that would truly be a pity."

A woman in fine clothes with a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face could not hide her mean-spirited nature even with her gorgeous attire.

She appeared compassionate, her face full of sympathy.

But no matter how one looked at it, it seemed fake; these words were disparaging Jun Zijin both overtly and covertly, making one feel extremely displeased.

Quan Qingle happened to hear it clearly and wouldn't stand for it.

"Hey, Madam Chen, if you don't know how to speak, then shut your mouth. I heard your daughter was acting suicidal because of my Crown Prince brother's betrothal. But you can't curse our Zijin just because your daughter likes my Crown Prince brother, can you?"

Quan Qingle punctured her hypocrisy without ceremony, shouting out the other party's little secret.

"Exactly, everyone knows what your family is thinking, don't they?"

Regardless of anything else, Princess Qingping represented Tianqi; if Princess Qingping won, it was a benefit secured for Tianqi.

A nation's strength is the guarantee for its people to live and work in peace; this is a well-known truth.

That woman surnamed Chen had her mask stripped away in public, her face turning red and white with embarrassment, and she replied weakly:

"Who likes the Crown Prince?"

She then dared not say another word. If this matter were brought out into the open, it would indeed leave her feeling ashamed and unable to show her face.

High on the platform, the Tianqi Emperor, Quan Wuji, frowned slightly, looking with concern at that slender yet upright figure, and asked softly:

"Girl, are you prepared?"

Though his voice was soft, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"I am prepared."

Jun Zijin answered crisply.

The Emperor nodded slightly, a trace of concern flashing in his eyes, and he urged:

"Then go down; remember, be careful in everything."

At this moment, a heavy sound of wheels arrived, and the Cangshan Ink Cloud that Tuoba Yaoguang had prepared, kept inside an iron cage, was transported out.

In an instant, the entire arena fell silent.

The horse was seen to be pitch black like ink, shimmering with a cold light under the sun.

Its tall and sturdy body, with thick and powerful limbs, held infinite strength in every muscle.

It was far more noble and robust than the Cangshan Ink Cloud that Tuoba Yaoguang had ridden just moments before.

The cluster of jet-black, shining mane on its forehead and neck fluttered in the breeze, resembling black flames burning.

The horse snorted violently in the cage, and as soon as it was released, it reared its hooves and let out a roar.

The horse galloped across the track with all four hooves, its speed so fast that it left only a black afterimage, which was astonishing.

The crowd in the stands was like a boiling pot, especially the men, who stood up one after another, their eyes fixed straight on the horse.

Even the Crown Princes of the Southern Kingdom and Shu Du stood up, sweating for the frail woman who was walking toward the track.

It was said that the smallpox vaccine came from the hands of that Princess Qingping; she must not have any accidents, or where would they get their vaccines?

"A fine horse!"

Quan Wuji praised.

This horse was indeed a one-in-ten-thousand steed, with a glossy coat and a vigorous build; it was clearly a fierce creature. But to tame it, how could it be easy?

Tuoba Yaoguang sneered, turned around, and sat in the spectator stands, looking as if she were ready to watch a good show.

Sunlight poured over the large horse track, illuminating the sandy ground in golden hues.

Jun Zijin walked down to the field and stood outside the iron gate to observe.

The fierce horse was seen running in circles along the fence of the track, trying several times to charge through the iron railings, but failing each time.

The stands were bustling with people, noisy discussions rose and fell, and everyone's eyes were focused on the slender figure at the edge of the field.

"This girl, she hasn't been scared silly, has she? Just standing there watching, not moving for a long time."

A bearded man shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I think so too. This wild horse is so fierce; she's just a woman, she probably doesn't dare to go up."

A woman with a shrill voice nearby chimed in.

"She's probably waiting for the horse to get tired before she dares to go, but that horse wouldn't be tired even after running for days and nights."

"Hahahaha."

A burst of laughter erupted from the stands.

Jun Zijin seemed not to hear, her gaze locked tightly on the wild horse galloping wantonly in the field.

In her heart, she silently calculated the speed of the wild horse and the rhythm of its pace, not missing a single detail.

After the wild horse galloped wildly for several laps, its speed slowed down.

At this moment, the wild horse in the field ran toward Jun Zijin again.

Just as the mockery from the crowd grew louder, and just as He Linger and Quan Qingle were so angry they wanted to go over and slap each person in the face.

Jun Zijin moved.

She rushed into the field like an arrow released from a bow, and the moment the wild horse galloped past again, she seized the opportunity, leaped into the air, and landed steadily on the horse's back.

The crowd was dumbfounded, as if time had stopped; the entire arena was unusually quiet.

The Emperor, Quan Wuji, was the first to recover, and he stood up in shock.

"Good! Good! Beautiful!"

As Quan Wuji roared, the whole arena echoed him, and thunderous applause broke out.

Quan Aoyu's gaze was fixed on Jun Zijin: How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

Even a figure as ethereal as Quan Tianchen stood up.

"Girl, well done!"

However, the crowd seemed to be happy too soon; sitting on the horse's back was only a small step, which did not mean she could tame the horse.

Feeling the weight on its back, the wild horse instantly flew into a rage.

It raised its front hooves high, stood upright, let out a neigh, and then violently shook its body, attempting to throw Jun Zijin off.

Jun Zijin felt her body being pulled by a massive force and was almost thrown heavily to the ground,

But her reaction was extremely fast; her hands were like iron pincers, clutching the horse's neck tightly, and her legs also clamped the horse's belly firmly.

Seeing that the person on its back was as if grown onto it, the wild horse, failing this tactic, became even more frantic.

It jumped and twisted wildly, charging recklessly along the field.

The spectators in the stands gasped in shock, and the initial praise turned into nervous cries.

"This Princess Qingping really has a fierce streak in her!"

The bearded man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing that it could never shake off Jun Zijin, the wild horse actually resorted to a tactic of causing a thousand units of damage to the enemy while suffering eight hundred itself.