Zhao Kangning felt terrible.
Was this foal… hers?
Qin Su's?
That country girl's?
Thinking of how she had vowed to give this horse to the young Princess of the Western Jin a second ago, this horse became taken.
The master of the foal had even suppressed her at the welcoming banquet!
The sound of her offering the horse just now was not soft, and the commotion of getting someone to catch the horse was even more ostentatious. This turn of events was no less than a slap to her in public.
"So the horse isn't yours. Then you still want to give it to me. Hmph!" The young Princess of Western Jin pierced through her last trace of dignity.
Zhao Kangning's face burned. She wished she had never come to the racecourse today.
The young Princess of the Western Jin said to the Princess of the Western Jin, "Mother, I'll go find Qin Su!"
The Princess of the Western Jin nodded slightly. "Go."
