Fang Lingjun rode over on horseback, calling out, "Ayu, Ayu… Riding in a carriage is so dull. Come race horses with me."
"No!"
"You must, you must… My brother and the young marquis are racing right now. Let's go watch." Fang Lingjun wore a blue riding outfit, her hair tied up casually, exuding an effortless charm reminiscent of the noble youths of Yanyang—sharp, handsome, and brimming with flair.
Fengyu raised an eyebrow. "Who's winning?"
"We've placed bets, all wagering on my brother, while those idle aristocrats of the Kyoto Guard are betting on the young marquis." Fang Lingjun chuckled lightly, "Come, let's go watch the fun."
Coaxed by Fang Lingjun, Fengyu mounted her horse, and the two galloped ahead together, drawing a wave of whistles and cheers. Fang Lingjun grabbed the reins with one hand while wrapping the other arm around Fengyu's waist. The spring breeze brushed past them, and Fang Lingjun pressed her chin against Fengyu's shoulder. "Ayu, you smell so nice."
