The wheels rumbled on, grinding over the bluestone.
Snort!
Red Mountain snorted and halted. Seeing a pretty little mare pass by, he pawed the ground, bared his teeth in a grin, and tossed her a flirtatious look.
Pingyang in April was warm, with flowers blooming everywhere—the peak season for all living things to breed.
How imposing was a first-rank Dragon Blood Horse?
Small dragon horns sprouted from his head, crimson blood scales gleamed brightly, his muscles flowed like water, and he stood mighty and tall. At the sight of him, the little mares could barely walk straight, lightly flicking their tails. Should any stallion look their way, Red Mountain would glare, nearly frightening them weak in the legs.
Smack!
Red Mountain's gaze cleared. He looked coldly at the little mare, leaving her heartsick; a heart just budding into bloom withered before it could blossom.
Liang Qu withdrew his hand and called back, "Uncle Chen, Shunzi, get down first."
The curtain was lifted.
"A Shui, weren't we going to the Martial Academy? How did we end up at... a Tailor Shop?" Chen Qingjiang stepped down from the carriage and found that they had not arrived at Huaiyin Martial Academy, but at a famous tailor's shop in the prefectural city. Many masters came here to order clothes. He was no fool and understood what this meant, yet worried that he was reading too much into it, so he could only ask one more question.
"Shunzi's starting school. Doesn't he need a new set of clothes?"
Chen Qingjiang rubbed his hands. "There's no need. Aren't these clothes perfectly fine? They're clean, comfortable, and the material isn't bad. It wouldn't be embarrassing to wear them outside.
"I went to take a look at the Martial Academy yesterday. Plenty of students were dressed worse than