Watching Li Ang lead the horse away, Pei Jing arched his eyebrows and stopped patting the railing. The girl with willow-leaf eyebrows beside him also squinted, letting go of the grass in her hand.
This was... being outplayed?
The same thought arose in both their minds. Pei Jing's expression remained unchanged; he stylishly flicked his sleeves and turned to look at another military horse. The girl with the willow-leaf eyebrows, after a brief pause, withdrew her gaze.
The residents of Chang'an in the corridor also noticed the commotion in the distance. Many people, especially the young noblewomen, indignantly exclaimed, "Who is that person? Why is he taking Mr. Pei Jing's horse? Doesn't he know that the results of the Imperial Examination are very important?"
"Yes, Mr. Pei Jing has such a good temper! Why should he let him have it?"
Just because he's my young master.
