Chapter 245: Hunting - Rebirth of the Noble Daughter

 Chapter 245: Hunting

The grievances that my brother is facing today are all because of Uncle’s family. Otherwise, with his abilities, he should be waiting for high honors now.

A look of boundless resentment filled his eyes as he stared at the Third Prince.

Princess Changlin didn’t comment on the Third Prince’s words, but she could not ignore the insult to Wen Xinglu’s face.

So, she raised her voice slightly and said to the Third Prince, “Wen Xinglu is my partner. His previous comments were made for my sake, so please do not take them to heart.”

Afterward, she glanced at the Jiao Ren warrior still lying on the ground and instructed a maid, “Go and find a physician to treat him.”

“Yes.”

Her words interrupted the tense standoff between the two men, easing the atmosphere somewhat, though both continued to glare at each other.

Feng Jinyao watched everything clearly from inside the tent and couldn’t help but think that Su Cheng’s actions seemed deliberate.

It seemed as if Su Cheng had intentionally provoked the strongman into attacking him, resulting in the injury that now had the Third Prince fuming and both sides in a bad mood.

But why would Su Cheng do this?

It was actually an order from the Crown Prince.

If he had participated today, the one injured would have been the Third Prince.

“Whatever methods are used, make sure to keep the Third Prince and his people entangled in the capital for as long as possible.”

That was the order he had received!

The strongman’s injury was quite severe, and since he was a trusted subordinate, he would have to stay in the capital to recover, which would delay things for a while.

As for what came next, that would be dealt with later.

After the minor upheaval at the polo match, many lost interest, and Princess Changlin, worried about the atmosphere growing cold, proposed a hunt in Mingchi Mountain. The hunt would be limited to the time it took to burn three incense sticks, and the hunter who brought back the most game would win.

The prizes were the same as before, only the activity had changed.

Feng Jinyao was not skilled in archery or hunting, but Bai Siruo, Su Cheng, and Feng Jinlin were all excellent hunters!

The three of them eagerly prepared to participate. Feng Jinlin said to Ah Yao, “Don’t worry. All the game I catch will belong to those two. I won’t interfere!”

“That’s more like it.”

Seeing Bai Siruo was eager to join, Ah Yao didn’t stop her but reminded her to make sure her cousin was well looked after.

So, all three signed up.

Among the participants, most were young men, with very few young women. Bai Siruo was one, and the others were daughters of military families.

With the incense lit, the hunt began.

Soon, everyone entered Mingchi Mountain.

Wen Xinglu and the Third Prince of Jiao Ren were also among the participants!

The two exchanged a glance, and the Third Prince’s disdainful expression made Wen Xinglu grip his riding whip tightly, striking his horse’s rear forcefully. With a whoosh, he disappeared into the forest!

“Hmph, a person who climbed up relying on connections dares to be so obstinate with me! Go, and make sure to take good care of this prince consort!”

He gave his subordinates a signal and then moved in the opposite direction, leaving two of his own men behind.

Bai Siruo took the lead, feeling frustrated over the past days. Whether she hunted or not was secondary; just being able to gallop freely lifted her spirits.

For some reason, she thought of the things Xiao Mu Qian often told her about Liangzhou.

Once they were married, she wanted to experience the vastness of Liangzhou.

“Siruo, slow down and be careful.”

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Feng Jinyao, chasing from behind, called out.

March was an excellent time for spring hunting, and there was an unwritten rule to avoid hunting young or female animals. They had already seen many rabbits, foxes, and other animals but had refrained from shooting.

“Forget it, consider this a good run. I’d say autumn and winter hunts are more enjoyable. Fat sheep and geese make for a truly satisfying hunt.”

Su Cheng was never interested in spring hunts, so he followed the others through the mountain.

Their leisurely pace didn’t mean others were taking it easy.

When a deer was spotted, it was shot; when a rabbit was seen, it was killed.

Soon, their horses were laden with trophies, including deer.

A daughter of a military general passed by Bai Siruo and the others with a look of determination and ruthlessness. She sped past them, swiftly drawing an arrow and shooting a rabbit, which fell into her bag.

She glanced contemptuously at Bai Siruo without a word and rode away.

“Such excessive killing and still feeling pleased with oneself? It’s truly terrifying.”

Spring hunts, at their core, were not very dignified.

The woman’s wanton slaughter was alarming.

Before they could react, a scream of agony came from a nearby area.

The three of them furrowed their brows in concern!

Mingchi Mountain was traditionally used for royal hunts but was also opened to noble families for practice.

Therefore, it was never set with traps, as hunters needed the game for survival.

“That scream—I think it sounds like Prince Consort Wen’s?”

Su Cheng, as the deputy leader of the Crown Prince’s secret guards, had some skill. Even though he had only met Wen Xinglu a few times and exchanged a few words, he could recognize his voice.

“He did just stand up for you. Should we go see?”

“Let’s go!”

The three spurred their horses toward the source of the scream and, as expected, found Wen Xinglu in a dense part of the forest, injured with an arrow in his leg, lying next to his horse with several dying animals around him.

“Prince Consort, what happened?”

Su Cheng dismounted and approached Wen Xinglu, examining his injury with a grave expression.

“The arrow is lodged in a tricky position. If we pull it out, the bleeding won’t stop, and you could die from blood loss. If we leave it in, your leg might become permanently damaged.”

He spoke from experience, having seen many knife and arrow wounds during his years with the secret guards.

Wen Xinglu’s face turned pale from pain. Hearing this, his eyes widened, and he grasped Su Cheng’s arm, begging, “Save me! Young Master Su!”

“I’d like to help, but I’m not a doctor! For now, the best we can do is to get down the mountain quickly and find the princess to call a physician. There might still be hope!”

Wen Xinglu endured the pain in his leg as Su Cheng helped him up.

Unable to ride himself, he had to be carried by Su Cheng on his back.

The four of them hurried back to the polo field, disregarding the time limit for the hunt.

Feng Jinyao was chatting with Yunxu and Huanhuan in the tent when she saw Su Cheng carrying someone in.

The scene instantly reminded her of many similar events from her past life.

Her second brother had been carried back like this, unconscious and with his leg crushed, becoming a despondent prince consort in the princess’s residence.