"Miss Yehua, I am not one of your people from the grasslands, and I will not compete with you," Su Yan said in an indifferent tone, showing no sign of anger.
Chu Yuxiao, sitting beside them, had not glanced at either of them. It was as if he had never heard their conversation.
He idly squinted his eyes, his gaze firmly fixed on the distant competitors throughout.
Su Yan stole a glance at him and muttered to herself, why wouldn't he speak on her behalf? Did she really have to compete with Yehua Rongjia in a horse race?
Yehua Rongjia also stole a glance at him, seeing that he paid them no mind, her courage grew.
Pointing the horsewhip in her hand at Su Yan, she said with arrogant contempt,
"Hmph, I see that you're just a coward, a weak coward! The Emperor has favored you, and you have received the greatest of blessings, but you can't bear to compete with me for him!
