After talking to herself, the woman got up, dressed neatly, and then left the room heading towards the horse stable in the backyard.
Although horse riding is not allowed in the Imperial Palace, Chen Baicheng still brought his beloved horse inside.
He would ride around the Outer City on normal days to showcase his uniqueness, thereby establishing his authority.
However, what he never anticipated was that this war horse could not only establish his authority but also gift him a colorful helmet.
And it was that kind of helmet full of the essence of spring.
The pitch-black war horse leisurely grazing in the stable suddenly snorted loudly, stopped eating, and excitedly began to prance in place.
At the same time, a soft giggle arose beside it:
"You beast, look how anxious you are. Hehehe, isn't this an extra treat for you?"
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If there's one thing to say about ancient society, it's that servants have it the toughest.
