What had just happened
had caught everyone completely off guard!
Although the warhorse had not galloped,
it had inexplicably shaken everyone to the core!
If that Mongol War Horse possessed spirituality and submitted only to heroes and great men,
then its kneeling before Liu Di
spoke for itself!
Warhorses were ridden by heroes.
Then could the one worthy of their worship be anyone but a true son of an Emperor?!
What kind of man was he?
He called himself Liu Di—Di as in "younger brother."
It was beyond description!
Everyone had their own thoughts.
In Yan Qingwen's heart, her confusion about Liu Di only deepened!
She could no longer understand him at all, as though she had fallen into a fog!
She asked herself that question once more: Liu Di, what kind of person are you?
But in Nan Ruoyi's eyes,
everything was both perfectly natural and enough to stir her heart!
Sir was Sir!
No matter how bizarre or astonishing the event, as long as Sir was involved,
he would surely emerge victorious!
Evil spirits fled, and heroes bowed in worship!
At that moment, Ouyang Fengyu, Lu Ziming, and Zhou Tiancheng
were furious beyond measure!
At the racetrack, Liu Di had stolen all the limelight!
The three of them had been utterly humiliated!
Not only had they failed to show off before Miss Nan, they had made complete fools of themselves!
"Tiancheng, that Liu Di kid is damned strange!"
Ouyang Fengyu gritted his teeth and whispered, "To be honest, that kid crushed me in archery before! When we get to the shooting range, are you confident you can beat him?"
"Archery?"
Zhou Tiancheng chuckled darkly. "What I'm good at is shotgun skeet shooting. The targets are clay discs launched at high speed—it's completely different from archery. So what if