Yaduo lifted the teacup and took a sip, chuckling lightly, "This mischievous lad has always regarded emotions as dirt, who would have thought he'd see this day."
Yelu Yan rested his arm on the back of Li Xianyun's chair, placing his hand gently on her slender and attractive shoulder.
Li Xianyun turned her head, looking at Yelu Yan with confusion.
Yelu Yan felt disgruntled inside but maintained an unruffled demeanor, "Drink your tea."
"Hmm."
Li Xianyun took a sip from her teacup and continued to watch the horse races.
As a horseback nation, every Khitan man excelled at mounted archery; with numerous participants, the competition was divided into several rounds. Each round would select a winner to compete in the final bout.
The prize was highly enticing, a Western Regions' tribute, a sharp curved saber, keen enough to cut through hair as it fell.
Everyone gave their all, the competition was incredibly fierce.