When they arrived at the hunting ground, Song Zhiyu got out of the carriage first. She took a deep breath and smelled the fresh air around her. She felt much better physically and mentally. She had just sat in the same carriage with Song Mingcai, but she was holding her breath tight.

Su Zhihan appeared in Song Zhiyu's field of vision, and also brought a horse. The horse was not the horse in the stable before, but another horse.

Looking at the saddle on the horse, Song Zhiyu's eyebrows were curved, but her eyes were full of frost. She turned around and saw that Song Mingcai had just gotten off the carriage with one foot.

She walked over with lotus steps and stood in front of Song Mingcai, blocking her way. Song Zhiyu smiled at Song Mingcai.

"Royal sister, I still feel that this kind of thing should be shared with you."

"Why?"

Song Mingcai blinked, and before he could react, Song Zhiyu grabbed his hand and strode towards a horse.

As soon as she saw the horse and Song Zhiyu's movements, Song Zhiyu had a strong bad premonition in her heart. She quickly wanted to use her other hand to put away Song Zhiyu's hand on her wrist, but the latter was too strong.

The force was so big that Song Mingcai felt like his wrist was about to break.

Just like this, he pulled Song Mingcai in front of the horse.

"Look, this is our new saddle. Does it look good?"

Seeing that he just wanted to show off in front of her, Song Mingcai breathed a small sigh of relief. From an angle that she didn't see, Song Zhiyu chuckled.

"The saddle chosen by Sister Huang is naturally good-looking. Even my sister's taste is not as good as Sister Huang's. Why don't I go up and sit on it first to see if the saddle is comfortable?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhiyu knew what she was thinking. She glanced at Song Mingcai, took a step back, and gave Song Mingcai the position of mounting the horse.

"How about my sister go and sit down first? Since my sister said that her taste is not as good as mine, I must let you experience it first."

Thinking of that saddle, Song Mingcai's face instantly turned pale, her head shook like a rattle, and her hands kept shaking in rejection.

"Forget it, how can my sister sit on this saddle for my sister first?"

"It's okay, let you sit down, otherwise they will think that this palace is bullying you. You even have to envy this saddle, so what's the point!"

After several strong requests, Song Mingcai felt that all the eyes around her were focused on her. She gritted her teeth, knowing that she could not refuse at all.

She forced herself to smile awkwardly at Song Zhiyu, holding the reins in her hand, standing in front of the horse and not daring to get up, and hesitated for a long time.

Perhaps because she could see Song Mingcai's hesitation, Song Zhiyu would not miss this opportunity. Since Song Mingcai loved stumbling upon her so much, she would make it impossible for Song Mingcai to get off the stage.

"Why are you hesitating, Princess? This horse is the most docile. Just sit on it and ride it slowly. You won't get hurt."

Song Zhiyu has said this, and if Song Mingcai continues to drag his mother, it will look shady.

There was a trace of despair in her heart, so she had no choice but to turn over and sit on it.

As soon as he sat on it, the horse underneath him screamed violently. It raised its front legs, raised its head, howled in pain, and started running around the place.

Song Mingcai was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly. She grabbed the reins so hard that she was afraid that she would be thrown off the next moment.

But it was impossible to hold on to the reins. Song Mingcai became unsteady and almost fell to the ground.

Song Zhiyu was watching the show from the side, and she was so tired of watching Song Mingcai make a fool of herself that she took action to save Song Mingcai.

It was not her who rescued her, but her rescue in full public view. One would not damage her reputation, and the other would stop Song Tingjin from asking questions!

Seeing that the person had been rescued, the people who came after hearing the sound saw that nothing happened, so they turned and left.

Song Zhiyu threw the person to the ground. Song Mingcai staggered back a few steps after being thrown by her. In the end, he still couldn't steady himself and sat down on the ground, leaving dust on his skirt.

Immediately, Song Zhiyu pulled out the dagger hidden in her waist. The knife flashed and her body flashed, appearing directly in front of the horse. She stabbed the dagger into the horse's neck with no expression on her face, and blood spurted out.

It dripped on Song Zhiyu's face.

She pulled out the dagger and threw it aside. She casually took out the handkerchief and wiped all the blood off her face and hands.

Song Zhiyu strode up to Song Mingcai, looking down at Song Mingcai with the sun on her head.

"Song Mingcai, I advise you to stay calm. If you continue to try your best to frame me, it won't be as simple as this time."

Looking at the horse whose neck was cleanly wiped by Song Zhiyu, Song Mingcai felt a chill all over her body, and a chill hit her heart. Coupled with the fact that Song Zhiyu next to her was looking at her with eager eyes, she had the feeling that Song Zhiyu would attack her in the next moment!

Looking at Song Zhiyu's dagger still shining brightly on the ground, she immediately took a few steps back without caring about her current embarrassment. She felt a sense of fear in her heart, fearing that Song Zhiyu would throw the dagger in her direction in the next second.
Chapter completed!