The sky stretched vast and boundless, the grass swayed lowly under the wind, revealing cattle and sheep.
Falcons soared high in the skies, racehorses galloped freely across the plains — Xiao Keyan loved this wild, expansive land dearly.
In Xiliang during June, the pasturelands thrived with lush greenery, and herds of cattle and horses roamed. The much-anticipated annual racehorse festival was quietly approaching.
Ganzhou Prefecture.
The Magistrate's courtyard.
Dong Jingyi had just finished helping her mother sort out some matters and returned to her own courtyard when a thumb-sized Eastern Pearl suddenly came flying at her from the side.
Xiliang, being a frontier land, had been without war for years. Yet the uninhibited local customs imbued the women of the region with a certain boldness and vigor, free from conventional restraints. With horse herding and sheep grazing as part of daily life, many of them were skilled in combat.
