Qi Jiayuan, hearing his rambling words, dragged Shao He outside while waving at him.
"Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of your prospective imperial consort."
As Shao He arrived at the gate, she saw a person mounting a horse and immediately envisioned her heroic figure on the battlefield, which made her want to ride as well.
Qi Jiayuan, seeing what she was thinking, turned his head and instructed his subordinate, "Bring a horse for Doctor Shao to ride."
"Yes."
The guard brought over a docile white horse, and Shao He cautiously approached, gently touching its fur, which was soft and glossy.
"Can I really ride?" Shao He asked, somewhat incredulously.
"Of course," Qi Jiayuan said with a smile, nodding his head as he leapt down from the horse's back and instructed her on how to ride.
Shao He, having never ridden a horse before, was somewhat nervous.
"It's alright, just stay calm," Qi Jiayuan reassured her, patting her shoulder.
