A Prince Riding White Horse

As they reached the front platform, they saw a snow-white tall horse. A young man in a blue shirt, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a tall and graceful stature, was casually chatting with Cheng Mo. Wow, wow, wow, a white horse prince! Judging by his attire, could he be the handsome guy she saw under the waterfall?

Xiangbei threw her things and ran towards them, pretending to be natural. While running, she shouted, "Cheng Mo, I caught a lot of fish, come help me bring them up." When she got closer, it seemed like she just noticed the presence of outsiders and suddenly stopped, feeling a bit awkward.

"Alright, I'll go. Xiangbei, this is Wind Uncle's son, Cheng Feng, as meaning name Wind Cheng."

"Cheng Feng greets my master lady!"

"No, no, no, I'm not—" Xiangbei, feeling flustered, hadn't even had a chance to properly look at the handsome guy before being interrupted. She became a bit at a loss, not daring to glance at him.

"Oh, that was abrupt, Cheng Feng, a bit impulsive. Called too early, too early," Cheng Mo's mouth was almost stretched to his ears with a smile.

"The wind made a mistake, please forgive me, young master, young madam."

"You—" Xiangbei stomped her foot and ran away.

"Young master, I was wrong, please punish me." Cheng Feng didn't expect to embarrass the person so much that she ran away. He felt a bit uneasy, thinking that the joke might have gone too far.

"Alright, no harm done for the unknowing. Besides, didn't you always like her? Here, a reward for you." Cheng Mo took off a golden-hilted curved knife from his waist and tossed it over.

"This, this, I do like it. Just being able to admire it is an honor. I wouldn't dare to covet more." Cheng Feng, with disbelief, caught the knife with both hands, reluctantly returning his gaze from the sheath.

"You kid, that's enough. Go back for now; we'll be there shortly." Cheng Mo turned away and went back into the room, dismissing the matter.

Cheng Feng stared blankly at Cheng Mo's retreating figure until it disappeared from sight. Then, he let out a long howl and swiftly disappeared into the northern path.

He had to hurry back to the camp. Before the master arrived, he needed to show those guys a thing or two, gather some envy, jealousy, and resentment.

After all, most of the skilled members of the Wind Division were out gathering intelligence, and those left in the camp weren't a match for them.

They thought they could easily push him out just because he had to run back on foot?

It was only half an hour, and with this precious knife, a gift from the Western Regions, he was more than willing to run for half a year just to show them.

Hmph, let them admire it; those who run for half a year will see it.

When Cheng Mo entered the room, Xiangbei had already cut the tops off two coconuts, pierced three eyelets, and inserted curled palm leaves into one of the eyes as a drain. She poured two large bowls of clear coconut water. Seeing him come in, she scolded him a bit, still a bit annoyed, "How do you manage your subordinates? Shouting recklessly at people, is there no discipline?"

"Cheng Feng is Wind Uncle's son. He grew up with me in the Southern Palace and was my study companion since childhood. He's a bit unrestrained, please forgive him. I just punished him."

"Let it go; he's so handsome, how could I be truly angry?" Xiangbei was again thinking about the chest muscles that seemed like a dream.

"What handsome? You've occasionally mentioned it several times. What does 'handsome' really mean?"

"It doesn't have a specific meaning, just a sigh. By the way, Cheng Mo, look at these plump fish. I set up a palm net in the river channel over there, and there are quite a few in it. Let's go catch some more for dinner. Invite Cheng Feng to join us."

"Okay, I'll have someone catch them. Cheng Feng is at the camp. Let's go over now. The fish can be an extra dish for them. Your small medicine basket and clothes are over there. Duǒ'er packed them for you before we came. Do you want to take them with you?"

"Yes, I was just thinking there are quite a few personal items inside. Thank you for being so considerate." Xiangbei expressed her gratitude sincerely. With this medicine basket, it would be convenient for her to dig out her "treasures."

"Take it." Cheng Mo placed the luggage on the outdoor platform and gave a brief instruction.

The two approached the white horse. Cheng Mo, dressed in silver, swung onto the horse's back. He bent down, extending his hand towards Xiangbei. The sunlight outlined his figure and eyes, dazzling more than the sunlight itself.

"A prince riding a white horse indeed," Xiangbei murmured in admiration, instinctively reaching out her hand towards the golden light source.