By the time the marriage-alliance procession reached the grasslands on the north bank of the Hun River, Yuwen Junan’s horsemanship had already begun to show real promise.
In the glow of the evening sunset, Yuwen Junan galloped past Jijidan. The horse’s hooves tore through the withered grass, kicking up a cloud of dust that coated the Quanrong Crown Prince’s face.
The Quanrong Crown Prince did not seem to mind in the slightest; he simply wiped his face with a hearty gesture, cracked his whip, and gave chase.
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