However, as soon as Han Che emerged from the stables, he went straight back to his own courtyard where Han Che had been waiting for quite a while.
"Big brother!"
Seeing him, Han Che stepped forward and greeted him.
The Crown Prince gave him a glance, "Has your injury healed?"
"It healed long ago," Han Che said. "If big brother has healed, what could stop me from healing?"
Without bringing it up, it would have been fine, but the mention of it ignited a surge of rage in the Crown Prince’s heart.
Who could have thought that the two of them would be beaten by a student from an inferior nation?
Of course, other than his second uncle Han Yong, he had not let anyone else in the family know that he had been bagged; Han Che only thought his injuries were from training.
The Crown Prince entered his room.
Han Che followed, stepping inside. "Big brother, you must be exhausted, right? Come, have some water."
He attentively served the Crown Prince tea and water.
This was his own younger brother; to put it bluntly, with just a fart, Han Che would know what the Crown Prince intended.
"What do you want now?" asked the Crown Prince in a deep voice.
With a smile, Han Che said, "Well... there’s nothing else, just... I heard that big brother’s Iron Cavalry has trained a new batch of Hei Fengqi, could you give me an impressive one?"
All Hei Fengqi were formidable, but the fact that he specified shows he didn’t want just any Hei Fengqi.
The Crown Prince remained silent.
In his mind, Han Che thought, ’That’s it, big brother is certainly going to say, "Wasn’t the trouble caused last time you borrowed the Hei Fengqi enough?"’ But unexpectedly, for once, the Crown Prince did not reprimand him.
Lifting the teacup, the Crown Prince suddenly said, "Aren’t you fond of that kid’s horse?"
"Hmm?" Han Che was startled, "What kid... Ah!"
He finally realized the ’kid’ his brother was talking about was Xiao Liulang from Tianqiong Academy.
He dumbly looked toward the Crown Prince: "Big brother, you..."
The Crown Prince took a sip of tea, his eyes cast down, hiding the fleeting glint of darkness as he spoke, "If he dies, his horse will be yours."
With disbelief, Han Che’s eyes widened, "Are you serious, big brother? Will that Horse King really be mine? Can I really own my very own Horse King?"
It wasn’t just a regular Horse King, it was the wild Horse King that could easily outrun the Hei Fengqi!
Chu Nan had said that it was only two and a half years old, not even fully grown, yet it already possessed such strength; given time, it would surely become the leading horse under the Hei Feng King!
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