Long Ziyue's horse was injured, and she tumbled off its back.
When Chu Qianli arrived, she had just climbed up from the ground, covered in dirt, evidently having taken a harsh fall.
Not far away, Chu Feiyan sat high on her horse, looking down at Long Ziyue, her eyes brimming with laughter.
"Shooting hidden weapons in secret, what kind of hero does that make you?" Long Ziyue said angrily.
Chu Feiyan laughed out loud in response, her face full of disdain, "Why should I be a hero? I am but a frail girl."
Before today, Chu Feiyan had considered Chu Qianli a formidable competitor.
But after seeing the Duke's cold attitude toward Chu Qianli, without a trace of favoritism, she knew Chu Qianli posed no threat to her.
As for the others, currently, there were two princesses from neighboring countries, both of noble status. However, being delicate flowers, Chu Feiyan did not take them seriously for the moment.