The Dark Moonlight returns to the capital, and the mad prince is accused of forcing love.

The scene was chaotic.

Qing Shu and Qing Yan rushed into the arena and supported Lin Zuoqing, who was kneeling on the ground, on either side.

The accompanying imperial physician, carrying a medicine box, ran to Lin Zuoqing's side, pinched his arm, and felt his bones inch by inch upwards.

"Your Highness, your left arm is dislocated, and I'm afraid the tendons are also injured." The imperial physician's voice was strained. "I'll set your arm in a moment, please bear with it."

Lin Zuoqing did not speak, but closed his eyes and nodded very slightly.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment while I prepare."

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Chu Yunci leaned close to Lin Zuoqing's ear and whispered, "There's something wrong with the horse."

Lin Zuoqing suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the chestnut horse that was still twitching on the ground not far away.

The horse foamed at the mouth and kicked weakly on the grass with its front hooves, kicking up clumps of mud.

It seems like my happiness is about to end.

"Qingyan," he said in a hoarse voice, "get the horse off the horse and keep a close watch on it. No one is allowed to approach."

Qingyan accepted the order and immediately called for people to lasso the horse, then half-dragged and half-pulled it out of the arena.

Meanwhile, the imperial physician rolled up a handkerchief and handed it to Lin Zuoqing: "Your Highness, please bite down on it."

As soon as Lin Zuoqing opened his mouth, there was a crisp "click" sound, and his shoulder blade was forcefully pushed back into place.

He groaned in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, and fell forward.

Qing Shu quickly helped the person to their feet.

The imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief: "It's healed, it's set. The tendons need medication to recover. Please, Your Highness, accompany me back to your tent."

Princess Fu'an dismounted and approached, examined Lin Zuoqing's hand which had been restored to its original position, and asked, "Is the Crown Prince alright?"

"I am fine, but I cannot participate," Lin Zuoqing said, forcing a smile. "I apologize for disturbing Your Highness's enjoyment."

Princess Fu'an waved her hand: "It's alright. Bumps and bruises are common on horseback. Just take good care of yourself."

Just then, the steward of the Marquis's residence stumbled over, followed by Lin Zuo'an and Qin Miaoyun.

Xu Qianhui lagged behind, neither too far nor too close.

Lin Zhiwei was also frightened to the point of fainting after seeing Fu Shi collapse.

The two were lying side by side in the pavilion of Lady Wu'an, and could not come over.

The steward slid down to his knees before Princess Fu'an: "Your Highness, please forgive me. I have frightened you. I am guilty beyond redemption."

Seeing the steward of the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion kneel like this once before, the princess laughed out loud.

"Injuries are common on the polo field. The grass you provided is good. The horse broke its hoof on its own. Get up."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" The steward, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, stood up with a fawning smile. "Since Young Master Lin is injured, how about we call it quits for now and start a new game next time?"

Princess Fu'an tossed the whip to her maid and said, "It's not easy to play a game of ball with General Chu and Prince Lin. I wouldn't be interested in playing with anyone else."

How could the steward let Princess Fu'an leave disappointed?

He bowed repeatedly, saying, "If the princess doesn't mind, why not have someone take the place of the young master and team up with General Chu for another battle?"

These stadium rules have always existed.

Princess Fu'an nodded and looked at Chu Yunci: "General Chu, do you have a suitable candidate?"

Before Chu Yunci could speak, Qin Miaoyun bowed gracefully to Princess Fu'an.

"Miaoyun greets the princess. Miss Xu is on good terms with General Chu; perhaps we could have her finish this battle for the young master?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zuo'an's expression changed drastically.

"Miaoyun, stop fooling around. She probably doesn't even know which end of the ball is facing up, how can she go on stage?"

His tone was panicked, clearly he was terrified.

If Xu Qianhui were to offend the princess on the field, the entire Duke's mansion would be implicated.

Seeing the two people in front of him each saying something, Chu Yunci looked at Xu Qianhui.

"Does Miss Xu play polo?"

Xu Qianhui stepped forward and bowed to Princess Fu'an before saying, "I can, but I'm not very good at it."

Lin Zuoqing, who had just secured his left arm with a bandage, suddenly looked up upon hearing this.

"Xu Qianhui, go back."

His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a warning tone.

She even taught herself horseback riding, so how could she possibly compete with Princess Fu'an, who was an expert in ball games?

Xu Qianhui met his gaze and chuckled, "Lord Lin, rest assured, I am only representing myself, not the Duke's Mansion."

With that, she bowed to the princess again: "Since Your Highness is still in high spirits, I will humbly accompany Your Highness for a game."

Princess Fu'an's eyes lit up, and she burst into laughter.

"What courage!"

She flicked her whip and pointed to a well-proportioned blue mare outside the arena.

"I'll lend you my Qingyun sword."

"Thank you, Princess."

Xu Qianhui strode over, stepped into the stirrups, and mounted the horse with clean and swift movements.

The light blue riding outfit blends seamlessly with the blue-green fur, giving it a vibrant and energetic feel.

Chu Yunci saw this, rode his horse to her side, and handed her his spare short-headed walking stick.

"Don't try to steal the ball, just watch the path I'm showing you."

Xu Qianhui took the staff with one hand, weighed it in his hand, and smiled, "Thank you, General Chu."

After saying that, she lowered her voice: "The princess is used to enticing people to chase the ball, and the female cavalry is good at blocking the way but is slow to track back and cover, right?"

Chu Yunci paused, his hand gripping the reins.

He turned his head and looked again at the slender girl on horseback.

His eyebrows relaxed, and a genuine smile spread across his lips.

"You call that only knowing a little bit?"

Xu Qianhui raised an eyebrow and smiled, then spurred her horse toward the serving point.

On a bench by the field, Lin Zuoqing sat leaning back, his dislocated left arm slinged across his chest with a cloth strip.

His gaze was fixed on the figure in blue in the center of the arena.

Watch as she mounts the horse.

She and Chu Yunci rode side by side, chatting and laughing.

With a heavy bang of the gong, the red lacquered wooden ball was thrown back into the arena.

At the start, the princess took the initiative.

She did not show any mercy to Xu Qianhui just because he was a substitute.

The crimson steed galloped like an arrow, heading straight for Xu Qianhui's position on the right flank.

Xu Qianhui felt a gust of wind rush past his face, and the blue horse neighed uneasily, its steps becoming unsteady.

She gritted her teeth, gripped the reins tightly, and forced the horse's head down to prevent it from veering off course.

In the midst of this chaos, Chu Yunci delivered a horizontal pass.

The wooden ball rolled rapidly along the grass, and Xu Qianhui swung his golf club half an inch too late, barely grazing the ball.

The wooden ball veered off course and fell straight into the female riders' encirclement.

A few suppressed laughs came from the stands.

Lin Zuoan leaned back in his chair, let out a long breath, and turned to look at Qin Miaoyun.

"I told you she couldn't do it."

Qin Miaoyun covered her mouth and nose with her handkerchief and sighed almost inaudibly.

"I hope Miss Xu can hold on a little longer, so as not to spoil the princess's mood."

On the field, Chu Yunci, who had lost possession of the ball, immediately turned his horse around and rode towards the ball with the female rider.

The mahogany ball arced through the air, and the female rider gained possession first.

Princess Fu'an quickly spurred her horse toward the direction of the female riders, preparing to return to defend the ball's path.

Just then, Xu Qianhui saw that Chu Yunci had intercepted the ball first and decisively turned his horse around.

The blue horse is not large in size, but it is extremely fast.

Chu Yunci forcefully struck the ball towards Princess Fu'an's goal, and Qingma leaped up under Xu Qianhui's control.

With a loud thud, Xu Qianhui swung her club to catch the ball steadily, then slammed her long club down and flicked it upwards.

The red ball hurtled along the ground, hurtling straight toward the goal.

The red lacquered wooden ball spun around and rolled into the net, grazing the goalpost.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the gong rang out three times.

The goal stands.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands.

Chu Yunci raised the long staff in his hand, his smile open and warm: "Beautiful!"

Princess Fu'an showed no anger at losing the ball, and laughed heartily.

"Great shot! I never knew Miss Xu was so good at teamwork."

She raised her chin and twirled her walking stick in mid-air.

"For the next ball, I'll be personally marking you!"