On the twelfth day of the third month, in the practice arena at the West Side Courtyard of the Marquis's Mansion, Jiang Wan’s hands trembled slightly as she gripped the reins. The chestnut horse trotted in a restless circle. Taking a deep breath, she mimicked the posture Lu Jingyuan had taught her, pulling the silver bow into a perfect crescent moon.
"Steady your center of gravity," Lu Jingyuan’s voice came from behind her. He reached out to support her waist, adjusting the angle of her grip on the bow. "Archery is like life itself; one must avoid haste and agitation."
Jiang Wan looked back, catching the warmth in his eyes, her earlobes flushing a soft pink. "You speak with such ease. Just yesterday, you claimed you would hunt a white bear to make me a rug."
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