The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1761 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

As dawn broke, a white horse suddenly shattered the silence of the wilderness.

The horse was pure white, its four hooves kicking up dust like golden arrows, its mane billowing like silver waves, its eyes gleaming like torches, its untamed spirit clearly a soul that had broken free from the vast wilderness.

The girl on the saddle, dressed in red, seemed to burn like a blazing flame on the horse's back.

She stood upright, her hands loosely holding the reins, yet she seemed to possess the power to tame the surging thunder beneath her.

There was a sharpness between his brows, his lips were pursed thin and straight, and his narrow eyes, half-open and half-closed, pierced straight through the churning dust and mist in front of him like those of a hawk.

The wind whistled past his ears, whipping up his robe sleeves and making a rustling sound. The gold embroidery shone brightly in the sunlight, as if he were surrounded by an unstoppable flame, galloping forward and shattering the stagnant silence between heaven and earth.

The followers galloped wildly behind, their hooves pounding the plains and striking the earth like the beating of giant drums; ahead, the long road wound its way like an endless scroll, waiting for the thunderous hooves to shatter and depict it.

The girl in red and the magnificent white horse were one, like a sharp ray of light piercing through layers of illusion, heading straight for the distant horizon—where the round sun was rising slowly with molten gold, burning the sky at the edge of the earth.

The sound of horses' hooves was exhilarating, and the girl's figure was as lithe as a bow. The only sound in the world was the long poem of horses' hooves striking the earth. They went forward, piercing the morning mist, and galloping toward the eternal and new sunrise.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

The maid behind him drew her bow and nocked an arrow, deflecting the spear that was coming towards the white horse, and the arrowhead pierced straight into the enemy's brow.

Su Qiruo drew her soft sword from her waist, leaped off her horse, and blood blossomed wherever her sword energy touched.

Before they could even cry out, they were already silent.

The people behind them flew into the fray and joined the battle, eliminating all the enemies in less than half an hour.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Bai Lu flew over, pulled Su Qiruo close, and examined her from head to toe, her brows furrowed into a deep frown. Su Qiruo sheathed her sword, casually wiped the sweat from her forehead, and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Tie up all the people who were lying in ambush in the woods and hang them on the city gate tower, so that those barbarians can see the consequences of their attack on the Crown Princess of Dongling."

Fortunately, it was her turn to patrol for her elder sister, the Crown Princess, and with her skills, dealing with these barbarians was no problem at all.

Her Highness the Crown Princess wielded the pen with great skill, but her actual hand-eye coordination was rather poor.

If the person patrolling the route today had been the Crown Princess, the outcome would have been hard to predict.

Although the Crown Princess's guards were skilled, they were not as reliable as her own mistress, who was skilled in martial arts.

After cleaning up all traces, half the men were ordered to send the body back to the city, while the rest continued to follow Su Qiruo.

The winters in the border town were bitterly cold, and although it wasn't Su Qiruo's first time there, she still found it difficult to adapt to the climate.

When she was twelve, she came to the border town with her cousin, the Crown Princess, and her maternal grandmother. At that time, she was young and impetuous and fell into an enemy ambush, almost getting buried in the snow.

Fortunately, she was rescued by the youngest son of the Prime Minister's family. The little boy carried her back from the snow with his thin shoulders.

As a result, the boy developed a leg ailment, and the pain became unbearable every winter.

Out of compassion for the suffering of the young man, the Emperor issued a decree to bestow a marriage upon Si Qianling, the eldest son of the Prime Minister, as the legitimate wife of the Prince Yong.

Su Qiruo was not ungrateful; she treated her fiancé very well, sending him gold, silver, jewelry, and rare antiques to the Si family without fail.

(This book was originally supposed to end after the last story, but it's not easy to start a new female-dominated novel these days, and I'm worried it might not pass censorship, so I'm putting the new book I'm planning to start in this volume separately. I hope you all enjoy it.)
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