Today, he had come out with Hong Xuejiao to compete in horsemanship.
Before long, the painting burned in the brazier. In an instant, it was reduced to ashes, leaving behind only a pile of gray dust.
"Good. Return to camp and train the troops well. Before long, there may be a hard battle to fight. When that time comes, it will be your chance to render meritorious service to the court and earn a promotion, silencing the mouths of those who oppose you. If your mother sends someone to find you again, tell them that your father is the head of the household, and everything is for him to decide. Do you understand?"
"Hmph!"
"Hm? What kind of martial art is this? Your martial arts have advanced so quickly these past few days. You've even learned my Small Heavenly Dipper Grappling Hand. If this keeps up, in less than a year or so, even I won't be able to beat you."
Hong Xuejiao threw a punch but did not follow up. Instead, she retreated a step and frowned at Hong Yi as she asked.
"But...," Hong Xi tried to explain.
This display of horsemanship was like a great eagle swooping through the sky to seize a rabbit. Hong Yi suddenly turned, released the reins with both hands, clamped his legs tight around the horse's belly, and pushed toward Hong Xuejiao with a palm strike from the Small Heavenly Dipper Grappling Hand.
"Investigate what?" Hong Xuanji stroked the white jade qilin paperweight on the table and said unhurriedly, "Do not meddle in household affairs. I have my own plans for everything. Moreover, you are a great general of the court, and you must carry yourself with a great general's bearing. Do not come to blows over petty family matters. Do what