After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

The spring hunt is an annual grand event in the capital. Royal relatives, civil and military officials, and scions of noble families—all those who are prominent in the court—will gather at the royal hunting grounds in the south of the city on this day.

Although it was called a spring hunt, it was more like an unspoken competition, a contest of riding and archery, skill, whose sons were more outstanding, and whose retainers were more exceptional.

Xie Zhuo never had any female attendants in his entourage in previous years, and even the famous Si Xiaoyun was not given the honor of participating in the spring hunt.

But this year he brought Su Ning with him without any explanation or even informing anyone beforehand.

On the day of departure, Su Lou's carriage stopped next to the Ling Prince's procession. He reached out and helped her into the blue-curtained carriage.

Everyone present saw it, but they all thought it was perfectly normal.

His Highness Prince Ling's affection for Dian Su Niang is truly evident to all.

I heard that Dian Su Niang loves flowers and plants. Not to mention the various exotic flowers she collects from different regions every day, even His Highness Prince Ling personally planted all kinds of peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pear blossoms in her garden outside the city...

Everyone envied his extraordinary talent.

On the second day of the spring hunt, the hunting grounds were already awake before dawn.

The morning mist drifted out from the forest, as if someone had moved the entire sea of ​​clouds to the ground, submerging the foundations of the tents and only revealing the pointed corners of the tents, which appeared and disappeared in the milky white mist, like a fairy mountain floating on the sea.

When Su Ning came out of the tent, the fog had just lifted a little.

Today she wore a veiled hat with a brim made of fine bamboo strips, as light as a feather, covered with a layer of sky-blue gauze, the gauze as soft as water, hanging down to just her waist, enveloping her figure in a hazy blue mist.

Beneath the sheer veil, she wore a moon-white riding outfit with narrow sleeves and a cinched waist, and small deerskin boots. Her long hair was not tied up, but only tied at the end with a matching ribbon. When the wind blew, the ribbon and the sheer veil fluttered together, making her look like a goddess riding the wind away.

She stood before the tent, the thin veil of her hat gently lifted by the morning breeze, revealing a glimpse of her fair chin and slightly pursed lips.

This corner alone was enough to make several young guards who were preparing horses nearby stare in disbelief.

They couldn't see her face clearly, but the less they could see it, the more they wanted to see it.

That thin veil was like a barrier that seemed to both resist and welcome, hiding her face at a distance that was both close and distant, making you feel like you were about to see it.

But when the wind stopped, the veil fell back to its original place, and you saw nothing but your own shadow reflected on the sky-blue veil, like a pitiful creature turned away.

Su Ning tilted her head, and the thin veil on her hat swayed gently with her movement, like a pool of spring water ruffled by the wind.

"I want a fox." Her voice came from beneath the thin veil, clear as a spring, yet carrying a hint of languid coquettishness. "Can Your Highness do that?"

The guards were so bewitched by the beauty that they didn't even notice when Xie Zhuo had left the tent.

His attendants were already looking this way, and their faces turned pale. They quickly bowed their heads and knelt down.

"It's just a fox; you're overkill for it."

He meant that he should go hunting himself.

Xie Zhuo remained lazy, and just as Su Ning was about to retort, he took the iron bow from the servant beside him, despite his reluctance, and mounted his horse.

Wuyun Taxue snorted under his crotch and pawed the ground with its front hooves, as if it could also sense its master's high spirits.

Xie Zhuo reined in the reins and glanced down at Su Ning, who was still standing in the same spot.

The morning breeze stirred his dark robes and the thin veil on her hat. The hems of their clothes overlapped for a moment in the wind before separating again.

"Very well, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll grant your request," he said.

Su Ning watched as the other person darted into the depths of the dense forest like lightning, and then caught a glimpse of a few people tending to the horses nearby.

She walked slowly to them.

The men knelt, not daring to raise their heads, until they saw a corner of a moon-white robe.

"Prepare a horse for me," Su Ning said.

The kneeling bodies of the group trembled. "Dian Su Niang, Dian Su Niang is speaking to them!"

……

In the woods.

The man sat high on his horse, looking down at the snow-white fox huddled trembling in the crevice of the rocks. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he raised his hand to draw his bow.

His eyes narrowed, just as he was about to release the shot—

A sudden change has occurred!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Three sharp, piercing whistles suddenly erupted from the dense forest on the left, followed by the sight of a long whip.

It strikes Xie Zhuo's face and throat from an extremely tricky angle!

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly lowered his wrist, using the hard bow in his hand like a shield to forcefully block the attack coming towards his face.

Suddenly, a large net descended from above. Without hesitation, Xie Zhuo threw out his bow and arrows violently, while simultaneously drawing the dagger from his waist.

With a tearing sound.

The net split open in the middle, and Xie Zhuo's dagger slashed from one end of the net to the other. The sound of the blade rubbing against the hemp rope was sharp and piercing, and the broken ropes fell like broken hair.

But in an instant, Yue Zijin's swift blade came slashing down from the front, its sharp edge whistling through the air, heading straight for the man's neck.

Xie Zhuo did not back down.

He turned to the side, the blade grazing his chest, tearing the hem of his dark hunting suit, and several silver buttons were snapped off, clattering to the ground.

As he turned to the side, he thrust the dagger in his right hand outwards, aiming straight for Yue Zijin's wrist.

But a cold light suddenly slid out from behind the boy, and the two collided with a clang.

Pei Yunlian's sword moves were very fast.

Taking advantage of this time, Yue Zijin and Tang Xi also made their moves simultaneously. One of them wrapped a whip tightly around the other's hands, while the other held a knife to the other's neck.

"King Ling, hand over the Cold Water Flower."

Yue Zijin's voice was devoid of any emotion.

The Kuai Zai is no longer the broken copper and scrap iron it once was; now it gleams coldly and can cut through iron like mud.

Even with a knife to his throat, Xie Zhuo showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he sneered, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

Do you think I wouldn't dare?

With a low growl, a faint blush appeared on the man's neck.

Tangxi glanced around and whispered, "We shouldn't stay here any longer. Knock him out."

Just as Pei Yunlian was about to make her move, she suddenly heard a plaintive voice.

"Help……"

His pupils contracted as he saw Su Ning being led out of the dense forest by someone.