At the first sight of the Qing State Horse, Commandery Princess Lan Yue's eyes filled with hope. To have someone—perhaps even a master—intervene at such a critical moment, in a place like this, was a thrilling prospect.
This hope stemmed from the horse itself—a superior Qing State Horse. The owner of such a steed was bound to be a person of great wealth or status, both of which implied considerable strength, and likely, a large retinue.
But when Yang Chan appeared, his youthful face the only one to come into view, her hope turned to bitter disappointment.
It wasn't that she looked down on the young man before her, but she knew that the renowned young talents of Qing State were all older; none were as young as Yang Chan.
He was likely just the pampered scion of some family, useless to her, and probably about to die.
She couldn't care less about a stranger's death, but with him, her final flicker of hope was also extinguished.
