Fear and dread were like tangible entities, weighing heavily on the hearts of the Da Xing people.
Polo matches in Da Xing were often held on vast, flat grasslands or open fields accommodating thousands, surrounded on three or four sides by walls, with viewing platforms set up at higher elevations.
However, the Imperial College's martial arts training ground wasn't as large, and the viewing platforms were only opened during regular military drills, so the spectators stood around the edges of the training ground.
If Treasure Bead couldn't control the startled horse and it charged into the crowd, the consequences would be unimaginable.
On the field, Treasure Bead could hear only the neighing of the startled horse in her ears, her vision blurred with residual images. She tightly clenched her legs, her boots firmly on the stirrups, one hand gripping the polo mallet without releasing it.
"...Quick...drop it..."
