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Capítulo 125

Chapter 57

“There’s nothing we can do about it. We Central Plains people are just lucky. We ride in sedan chairs and carriages all day long. There’s no need for us to go through all that trouble on horseback.” Mo Yan already disliked Yelü Pusa Nu, so she retorted without even thinking.

Yelü Pusa Nu still ignored her, not even glancing at her. His attitude was clear: You little brat, you're not worthy to speak to me.

Having encountered someone who remained silent, Mo Yan had no choice but to sit down again, fuming. She plucked a blade of grass, put it in her mouth, and kept quiet.

Zhao Yu slowed down in the distance, seemingly turning his head to look this way. Yelü Pusa Nu stood there with his arms crossed and his face expressionless. The two faced each other from a distance, neither able to see the other's expression clearly... For some reason, Zhao Yu felt inexplicably flustered by him. He unconsciously twisted the reins several times in his hand, turned his horse around, and galloped towards them.

Upon approaching, Zhao Yu dismounted, deliberately avoiding looking at Yelü Pusa Nu, and instead said to Zhan Zhao, "Guard Zhan, I think this horse is quite nice, what do you think?"

“It’s a fine horse,” Zhan Zhao said with a smile.

Zhao Yu nodded: "Then I'll choose this one." Her gaze passed over Yelü Pusa Nu and then turned to Mo Yan, "How about your horse?"

“Alright…” Mo Yan was about to speak when she suddenly remembered what Yelü Pusa Nu had said earlier, and then slowly said, “It’s still barely rideable.”

Unaware of the previous conversation, Zhao Yu glanced at her a couple more times, puzzled. Just moments ago, she had clearly seen her very excited on horseback, but now she seemed to look down on her.

Yelü Pusa Nu then coldly interjected, "If you don't like them, you might as well give them back to my brothers in the Iron Cavalry Battalion. That way, you won't be wasting these horses."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu gritted her teeth inwardly: Taking Zhan Zhao wasn't enough, she even wanted the horse. Although she was annoyed, she had to maintain a facade and said with a faint smile, "It's fine if the Vice Envoy likes it. However, this horse was a gift from His Highness, and it would be a disservice to His Highness's kindness to give it away to someone else, so please forgive me, Vice Envoy."

Yelü Pusa Nu snorted coldly: "It's not that I want to take what others like, but there's a misunderstanding. The sixteen horses Your Highness sent were all selected from the Yudan Horse Ranch, and six of them were originally ordered by the Southern King. When I went to pick up the horses today, I found out that they had been sent to the princess."

"What do you mean? You're here to ask for the horse?" Zhao Yu's tone was already tinged with annoyance.

Mo Yan jumped up abruptly, grabbed the horse's neck, and said urgently, "This one won't do." Zhao Yu turned and glared at her.

At this moment, Zhan Zhao finally spoke, asking calmly, "Since it was decided in advance by the Southern King, we naturally cannot take away what others desire. But I wonder if the Vice Envoy has already informed His Highness of this matter?"

"I will inform Your Highness when I return."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "I'm afraid that's not appropriate."

Yelü Pusa Nu did not back down at all: "I have come on the orders of the Southern King." His words implied that if they did not give it to him, he would have to forcibly take it from him.

"Then your Southern King should explain things to His Highness first," Mo Yan said angrily. "You took the horse away with just a word. How is our princess supposed to explain this to His Highness later?"

"My only responsibility is to take the horse away; the rest is none of my business."

"you……"

Mo Yan really wanted to kick that coffin face a couple of times, but Zhan Zhao glanced at her and shook his head almost imperceptibly, signaling her to calm down.

"Then please wait here for a moment, Vice Envoy. I'll be right back." Zhan Zhao made a quick decision. This matter was a conflict between Yelü Chongguang and Yelü Hongji. There was no reason for the princess to be a fool and become cannon fodder. It was obviously more appropriate to let Yelü Hongji handle this matter.

"What? You want to complain?" Yelü Pusa Nu raised an eyebrow slightly and said before Zhan Zhao could speak, "Go ahead and do it. The Southern King is His Highness's uncle. Is there any reason for an uncle to refuse his nephew a few horses?"

Zhan Zhao did not want to argue with him, so he bowed slightly to the princess and said, "Please wait a moment, Your Highness. I will return immediately."

Zhao Yu nodded.

"Big brother, I..." Mo Yan said hurriedly.

"You stay here."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhan Zhao interrupted her, mounted his horse, and galloped into the city.

Mo Yan pouted and asked curiously, "How did you know I wanted to go too, big brother?"

“What’s so strange about that? You even followed the Liao Kingdom. Is there any place Zhan Zhao went that you wouldn’t want to go?” Zhao Yu shook his head.

Mo Yan seemed completely oblivious to Zhao Yu's mockery, and sighed, "It's a pity I can't go to the Iron Cavalry Camp." Then, remembering that Yelü Pusa Nu was right beside her, she immediately forgot all her annoyance towards him and asked with a beaming smile, "Actually, although my kung fu is slightly inferior to Brother Zhan's, it's still among the best in the Central Plains. Why don't you ask the Southern King to invite me to the Iron Cavalry Camp?"

Looking at this spineless fellow, Zhao Yu was so angry he couldn't speak. He secretly reached down to Mo Yan's lower back and twisted hard. Mo Yan grimaced and cried out in pain. Turning his head, he saw Zhao Yu glaring at him with a fierce look. Realizing he had been a bit disloyal, he could only awkwardly change his tune to Yelü Pusa Nu, saying, "Never mind, I'm very busy. I probably won't have time to go. Let's not have your king invite me."

After saying this, she withdrew the hand from her lower back. Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that her waist was already bruised.

"Is Miss Mo's martial arts skill among the best in the Central Plains?"

Yelü Pusa Nu spoke only at this moment, his tone flat, yet it had a strange quality to it.

"certainly."

Clearly, Mo Yan was trying to fool these Liao people who had never been to the Central Plains, while Zhao Yu rolled his eyes.

Hearing her answer so decisively, Yelü Pusa Nu calmly nodded and said, "No wonder I heard that the Great Song Dynasty has no one to rely on; it seems that this is indeed the case."

"you……"

Mo Yan was furious that he was waiting there. She gritted her teeth and was about to speak when Yelü Pusa Nu stepped forward to choose a horse, ignoring her completely.

"Princess, I have to get my revenge, otherwise, won't he also insult Brother Zhan?" she said angrily to Zhao Yu, who was holding her back.

Although Zhao Yu was also annoyed, he remained relatively calm: "What's the point of arguing like this? Just shut up. You can't beat him in a fight, and you can't win an argument. This person is just a level above you. What can you do if you can't stand it?"

Mo Yan lowered her head and said aggrievedly, "Princess, why do you have to boost the morale of others and diminish our own?"

"Don't be silly, we've lost all our prestige, all we have left is gentleness."

"Gentle breeze?" Mo Yan asked, puzzled.

"Harmony and peace, a peaceful atmosphere, harmony brings wealth, do you understand?" Zhao Yu suddenly wanted to knock her head. "These days, I've figured it out. If we want to stay here for a long time, we can only defend, not attack. Living peacefully is the right way."

Mo Yan seemed to understand but not quite: "Oh, you mean you're going to act like a coward?"

Zhao Yu glared at her disapprovingly: "You shouldn't use such plain language in the future."