Ye Shiqi raised her head to look at the sun; the place was sowhat open and airy. The leader had sohow found a large parasol and had also brought her a sizable chair.
Comfortably seated in the Master Chair, Ye Shiqi was served tea, and the guards seemingly conjured fruits and pastries out of nowhere, one of each per person, allowing her to sip tea while watching the ga.
On the other side, Xuanyuan Sheng stood there, noticing that this little princess, Ye Shiqi, had everything from a chair to tea being hospitably provided.
As a General, how could he be outdone by this young lady? After all, this was his territory.
Xuanyuan Sheng gave a look to soone nearby who quickly brought him a chair. The soldiers also sprang into action, providing him with tea, water, pastries, and fruits.
The two of them were like spectators at a play, sitting and enjoying food and drink while others competed in the ga.
Although Ye Haohuan was playing this ga for the first ti, his equestrian skills had also been especially trained due to his status.
This was training ant for battle, secretly conducted.
In the noble schools of the Capital City too, there were riding lessons with first-class instructors available.
The n of the Capital City were no cowards. Although they were not Military Generals, what they learned in the academy could generally be applied in everyday life as well.
For instance, horse riding was a mode of transport. Besides carriages, riding horses was often faster for n.
Recently, this year, a new mode of transport—the bicycle—had appeared. Competitions and travel involving bicycles were also available to them.
Mounted training sessions were a necessary skill for n, training them for potential situations they might encounter while traveling to avoid dangers.
Sideways rolling, tucking into the belly of the horse for protection, rolling back, lying flat—all these techniques were taught.
However, like the current horse training field gas, it was the first ti he was playing. Previously, he had only seen circus troupes perform such acts.
Ye Haohuan was accompanying his siblings in gas involving horses. Before now, he had already felt his horse was particularly spirited, and as it played with his siblings, it had not fallen short either.
All the horses were like those from the military, also trained, and perhaps were common participants in the training fields. In the gas played on the field, none of the horses faltered.
Passing through steel balls, flaming balls, jumping over high barriers, one tall slope after another, again a barrier.
Such impressive skills, their three horses, under their control, kept completing rounds after rounds.
The ga seed quite fun. During it, the siblings and Ye Haohuan launched attacks on each other while on horseback.
Ye Haohuan was of course the target of the siblings’ strikes—who made him have no gang? His team was watching the ga!
Ye Haohuan saw the siblings swinging whips, attacking both his horse and him.
Seated on his horse, which initially was as fast as theirs, he noticed the whips coming from both sides, and his horse agilely leapt and then ran even faster than the two horses.
Xuanyuan Feng and Xuanyuan Yunlong seed to be whipping towards the horse, but they were actually attacking Ye Haohuan.
They didn’t expect the opposite horse to be so formidable. Once it sprinted, their horses couldn’t catch up for a while, the whips missed their mark, and they could only watch Ye Haohuan’s figure, unable to hit him.
Unable to hit him with the whips, the siblings switched to another weapon and started using bows and arrows.
He had removed the arrowheads from his bow and arrows, as he didn’t really want to hurt anyone; their intent was rely to make the ga more fun.
Ye Haohuan, with the extre sensitivity of his horse, relaxed his vigilance slightly, but he still kept looking back from ti to ti, as if the siblings were playing a ga with him.
Two against one, intending to bully him, a true man does not suffer from imdiate losses, he couldn’t just be getting hit without fighting back, could he?
Ye Haohuan realized his horse had swiftly turned half a circle, and the other party was using bows and arrows against him; as a noble young master, he had never used such things before.
He hadn’t prepared for this when he set off, now he only had a riding crop in hand and a sword at his waist, and in his traveling bag, there was a Jade Fan.
Both the sword and the Jade Fan were his weapons; when traveling, a young noble must have tools for self-defense.
As the arrows shot towards him, Ye Haohuan certainly would not give his opponents the chance to injure him. Could he not dodge?
In dodging those arrows, he rolled sideways, lay flat, then moved to the side, or used his whip to block—none of the arrows injured him, either dodged or blocked by him.
Ye Shiqi watched with interest. Although Ye Haohuan did not counterattack when bullied in the arena, he also didn’t give his opponents a chance to hit him.
This young noble was not as frail or inadequate as he appeared on the outside.
As expected of soone from Prince Thirteen’s team, I wonder what Prince Thirteen’s martial arts are like?
Ye Shiqi watched with relish, occasionally letting out a slight smile. It was unclear whether that smile was directed at Ye Haohuan or at the siblings, Xuanyuan Yunlong and Xuanyuan Feng.
Sotis, when she glanced at Xuanyuan Sheng, she would grab so fruit or snacks to eat.
Xuanyuan Sheng, as a father, when his children issued challenges to other court officials as a ga, played this kind of ga.
Both parties would enter into danger, sothing the children had already gotten used to in their daily training.
He tacitly approved of his son and daughter inviting the other party, and the thods used in the course of playing.
He wanted to see if the young noble from Prince Thirteen’s side was indeed weak?
Xuanyuan Sheng was well aware of his children’s limits; their martial arts were not very strong either.
If such abilities as his children’s could outmatch this young noble, then he was just a diocre man, a simpleton, fit only for eating and drinking!
Xuanyuan Sheng watched as his children attacked Ye Haohuan, who did not counterattack, skillfully dodging their attempts.
This also didn’t reveal their true martial arts skills, but now they were just playing a ga, and like Ye Shiqi, he watched with keen interest.
As a father and a General, he was usually too busy to supervise his children’s daily training.
He only observed during large tournants, a lively scene watched by many, where his children also participated.
Although not as a judge or the chief examiner, as an audience mber, he hoped to see his children win these competitions.
As the General’s offspring, they would inherit the General’s position and beco the next generation of Junior Generals. Like succession, various strengths were naturally essential.
The son’s daily training was rather rigorous; the daughter didn’t really need his training, the Madam only wished her daughter to be like a typical Lady.
Unexpectedly, the daughter was even fiercer than the boys, and with her elder sister’s guidance, the son was gradually maturing and becoming skilled.
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