Bai Niannian nodded without thinking.
Feng Xing rushed towards the white horse at lightning speed.
"Ah! Help!"
The maid, riding on the horse, was terrified and trembling. With a mournful face, she was ready to meet her death.
The majestic horse whinnied and galloped on.
Feng Xing rushed to the front of the horse, his eyes narrowed, and the long whip in his hand grabbed the horse's leg.
With a forceful tug, the horse crashed to the ground!
"This horse is mad. It's impossible to control it just like this," Feng Xing said, his voice chillingly calm.
In the next moment, he quickly bound the white horse securely.
This majestic horse was a spirit pet, possessing intelligence, not an ordinary horse.
The white horse had sustained quite a few injuries from struggling excessively.
The maid, having narrowly escaped death, slumped to the ground in a daze, her gaze lost somewhere.
"Miss, you're injured. Apply some medicine," Feng Xing noticed the maid's wounded arm and offered her a bottle of medicine.
A gash marked the maid's arm, and bright red blood flowed down from the wound.
The maid seemed stunned, her face deathly pale. Trembling, she clutched her chest and took the medicine bottle, repeatedly expressing her gratitude, "Thank you… thank you, young master, for saving me."
Before she could tend to her arm, a sharp, harsh female voice came from her side, "Zhenzhu, how dare you injure the princess's horse! Are you tired of living!"
Zhenzhu's already pale face instantly broke out in a sweat, countless beads trickling down her cheeks.
She desperately knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, "Sister Su, I was wrong! I didn't mean to! I didn't expect the horse to suddenly get spooked, and I was trying to control it on its back!"
*Slap!*
A crisp sound of a slap echoed.
The woman called Sister Su, with a haughty gaze, struck Zhenzhu hard across the cheek.
Su Qi looked down at her, her arrogant eyes fixed on Zhenzhu, "You, a mere servant, dare to ride the princess's horse? And now you've injured it."
Zhenzhu dared not retort, her forehead bleeding profusely from the repeated kowtows, the bright red blood trickling down her forehead.
She seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to kowtow, "Sister Su, I was only trying to control the spooked horse, I never meant to harm it! I beg Sister Su to intercede for me!"
*Thud!*
Another crisp slap sounded.
Su Qi looked at her coldly, disdainfully, "Daring to touch the princess's horse is a capital offense. You've also injured the horse, and you still expect to live?"
Zhenzhu's face was tear-streaked, her cheeks swollen, and her forehead bleeding bright red.
Her appearance was utterly disheveled.
"Sister Su, please help me!"
Zhenzhu pleaded again and again, "I was trying to prevent the horse from escaping, so I reached out to control it. I truly didn't expect things to turn out this way! And I certainly didn't mean to injure the horse!"
Su Qi paid no heed to her pleas, a long whip now in her hand, "Mistakes must be punished. The princess will not let you off. Today, I will beat you to death as a warning. Let's see if anyone else dares to lay a hand on the princess's horse in the future!"
Zhenzhu's face was filled with fear, but she dared not dodge, shrinking back tightly.
Su Qi raised the long whip in her hand and swung it fiercely at Zhenzhu!
"Stop!"
"She didn't injure the horse. I tied it up."
Feng Xing spoke, his large hand grasping the whip. The handsome face of the young man showed no trace of emotion, his solitary figure standing still.
Su Qi finally turned her gaze to Feng Xing, her eyes filled with a hint of interrogation, "Who are you?"
Feng Xing did not answer, his gaze fixed on Su Qi, "The horse was galloping wildly in the street. If it hadn't been stopped, it would have certainly run into people. That's why I tied it up."
This horse was a fierce steed, difficult to tame.
During the process of binding the horse, the white horse struggled incessantly, which caused its injuries.
Su Qi sneered, her expression arrogant, "Do you know whose horse this is? You probably can't afford to compensate for it."
Feng Xing's eyes held a hint of indifference as he met her gaze, "Regardless of whose horse it is, if it had run into someone, someone would still be responsible. I subdued the horse, which was actually helping. Why should I be blamed for subduing the horse and preventing an accident?"
Having spent a long time by Feng Ninghe's side, Feng Xing had become quite sharp-tongued.
Moreover, what he said was entirely true.
He had intervened to help, not with the intention of harming the horse.
"You!"
Su Qi was furious, her face turning red, "You impudent brat! This horse was injured because of you, and the princess will surely not let you off! You'll pay with your life!"
Zhenzhu quickly reached out and tugged at Feng Xing's hem, shaking her head desperately at him, "Kind young master, please don't get involved in this matter. My life is enough, there's no need to add more casualties!"
With the horse's mishap, she could only offer her own life as compensation.
"Even if this horse is a spirit beast, it is still an animal. How can it be more important than a human life?" Bai Niannian couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward, her beautiful face showing a hint of anger, "To demand a life for a horse, you are too cruel!"
One Feng Xing was already a headache, and now there was another Bai Niannian.
Su Qi was thoroughly enraged, glaring fiercely at them, "How can a servant's life be as important as a spirit pet? This is the princess's most beloved horse! If the horse is harmed, let alone one servant, even ten would not be too many!"
In the eyes of some cultivators, a servant's life was indeed less valuable than a spirit beast.
Spirit beasts were rare and difficult to tame.
As for maids… they were a dime a dozen, and their deaths were of no consequence.
Not far away, outside a carriage.
Xiao Zhao rushed out of the carriage, his azure eyes filled with urgency. He wanted to step forward, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped.
Feng Ninghe came to his side and gently shook her head at him.
Xiao Zhao suppressed his eagerness, biting his lip, and anxiously looked at Zhenzhu kneeling on the ground, "Master, that's Zhenzhu…"
Feng Ninghe's eyes narrowed slightly, a deep meaning surfacing in them. The female voice that emerged was unusually somber, "Yes, that's Zhenzhu. After a hundred years, she looks a bit weathered."
Zhenzhu was once her personal maid, and she would sometimes play with Xiao Zhao in her spare time.
The Zhenzhu of the past was spirited and lively, deeply favored by Feng Ninghe. A century had transformed her into this state.
"Master, even I wouldn't dare bully Zhenzhu. How could they…" Xiao Zhao's voice choked slightly as he spoke, his gaze fixed on Zhenzhu.
Feng Ninghe generously reached out and gently stroked Xiao Zhao's head to comfort him, "This is Jinling, not Lingguo. Zhenzhu's presence here means that woman has come to Jinling."