, if you keep crying, your princess will starve to death. I haven't eaten anything all day.""Oh! My foolish mind! Princess, please wait a moment, I'll go prepare your meal right away." Hearing that S...Meanwhile, at the gate of Ximing Imperial City, Rong Yue, the left prime minister and head of the officials in the Ximing court, had been waiting here for a long time.

He was in charge of receiving the emissaries of the Eastern Mountain Prince, so he naturally wouldn't dare to neglect them.

After a while, the imposing retinue of the Dongyue Kingdom gradually came into Rong Yue's sight. When Su Ziyi on the white horse approached, he stepped forward and bowed, "Prince Dongyue has traveled far, my Xi Ming is honored by your visit, welcome."

Su Ziyi's lips curled into a faint smile. He dismounted, his azure robes fluttering in the wind, making him even more handsome and radiant.

"Minister Rong, please don't be so modest."

Su Ziyì admired this top-ranked prodigy who, at only twenty-something years old, had already become famous throughout the land.

It is rumored that he was exceptionally handsome and intelligent, often able to settle disputes between civil and military officials who were fiercely debating, with a single word.

It is said that he never belonged to any faction, but due to his high social skills, he almost made every faction automatically regard him as one of their own. Thus, this shows how deep his scheming is and how clever his methods are.

At first, Su Ziyue thought it was just excessive praise from the world. Seeing him today, Rong Yue's aura was truly unfathomable and profound.

Out of courtesy, Su Ziyix and Rong Yue inevitably had to exchange a few polite words. But Su Qingying, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't contain herself any longer. She flung open the curtain and jumped out of the carriage right there in front of everyone.

Su Ziyi's sword eyebrows creased, before he could even reprimand her recklessness, Su Qingying held onto the horse's leg and vomited profusely.

Everyone only felt thunder rolling, a flock of ravens flying over their heads.

Rong Yue reached out to cover her lips and coughed a few times, "Ahem, ahem, this Dongyue Fifth Princess is truly outspoken."

"Ugh...ugh, ugh..." After a bout of violent vomiting, luckily Su Qingying hadn't eaten anything in the morning. She only vomited a while after feeling sour water. Her face was slightly pale as she leaned her entire body against the horse, further deepening her strong goal of training this body!

Damn it, I can run across rooftops and jump from great heights with no problem, but one goddamn carriage nearly killed me!

As she was lamenting endlessly, a series of gasps suddenly rang out around her. Su Ziyi's heart skipped a beat, and she cried out urgently, "Yinger, be careful!"

< What Careful about what >

Su Qingying looked at him blankly, but when the horse she was leaning against suddenly reared up, her heart skipped a beat.

"Holy crap! I'm going to be trampled to death!" Su Qingying's eyeballs almost popped out like springs!

Her eyes widened, this body's reaction speed was not as sharp as her previous life. It was already too late to react at this time.

Two serpentine strands of tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Oh God, are you playing with me like this Is this how my story ends

Once upon a time, there was a person who crossed over, and then...and then she was trampled to death by a horse!

Who could tell her how this horse suddenly went mad!

Seeing the hooves about to stamp her, the next second, a tightness suddenly appeared on her waist, and she was pulled into a warm embrace. Wind swept across her cheek as someone dragged her in a few circles backwards.

Seeing Su Qingying escape danger, Su Zixian's heart finally settled.

Su Qingying remained in the same position throughout, lying in Rong Yue's embrace, their eyes locked.

Rong Yue's sword eyebrows rose slightly, she didn't show any panic that she should have just now, only grief and indignation. Her expression was a bit dazed. Could it be that she was scared silly But with her clutching at her clothes in front of her like this, how could he possibly do anythinghe anger could be suppressed, Su Qingying's infuriatingly sweet voice came again, "Sigh, it makes sense. People say that misfortune lingers for a thousand years, I believe someone as holy as Ximing E...