From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 56: 053 Ah Yu (First Update)_4

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Black Wind beneath her raced forward instantaneously. While Charles Gao’s Black Wind didn’t have the same bloodline as Violent Wind, it was also a purebred fine horse, leaving the others behind in the blink of an eye.

All that could be seen was the lonely figure with its proud and straight back galloping into the backlight, disappearing into the distance. Bai Ziyan opened his mouth in amazement, “She’s incredible.”

Jiang Jinchen immediately got on his horse and chased after her. With a pale face, Ran Tenghui asked, “Who is she?”

Zhao Qin glanced at him with a smile, “Seems like you’ve recovered well enough to strike up a conversation. Let me tell you, she’s the real daughter of the Zhus who they’ve just found. A word of advice, don’t mess with her.”

Ran Tenghui scoffed, “The Zhus?”

Zhao Qin raised her eyebrow and saw the rescue team running towards them with a stretcher, so she got on her horse and followed them.

Wherever Violent Wind went, people and horses were turned upside down. On the north side of the racecourse, there was a fence separating it from the youth section, where most of the children were learning to ride horses. As Violent Wind broke through the fence and entered the youth zone, screams erupted and chaos ensued.

At that moment, a girl on horseback jumped over the fence and was about to catch up with Violent Wind. She squeezed the horse’s belly, and Black Wind accelerated abreast to Violent Wind. The girl then leaped up, perched on her fingertips on horseback, and floated down like a cloud wisp onto Violent Wind’s back.

Obviously, Violent Wind wouldn’t accept this easily, and it bucked violently, trying to throw her off. But the girl held onto the reins tightly, her feet clamped into the stirrups, keeping her body parallel to the horse’s back. She appeared slim, but no matter how furiously Violent Wind thrashed about, her feet remained firmly planted in the stirrups.

At this point, it was all about endurance.

The girl on the horse shouted to the children around, “Get out of the way!”

The young riders scattered, making way as she raced by like a gust of wind, soon leaving only a small dot in the distance.

Everyone was still reeling when a boy whispered in awe, “Her riding skills are amazing, even better than Instructor Han.”

“Taming Violent Wind is just wishful thinking. Overestimating her abilities.”

Han Cheng caught up and asked, “Where did she go?”

Everyone pointed toward the small black dot in the distance. “She went that way.”

Han Cheng paled, “This will cause big trouble.”

Ms. Zhu was just showing off. If something were to happen to her, the responsibility would fall on the riding club and him as an instructor. He had to deal with these wealthy students daily, and there was never any reasoning with them—just an endless fight for power.

Han Cheng was both angry and anxious, but mostly resenfful of the girl. Girls from rich families only added chaos. Horse riding wasn’t a game for them to play.

However, Jiang Jinchen’s opinion differed, as he had seen Ming Jing’s riding abilities from the beginning. But with Violent Wind untamed, he worried for Ming Jing’s safety. By the time he caught up, they were long gone.

Charles Gao, Bai Ziyan, and Zhao Qin caught up one after another. Charles Gao anxiously looked into the distance, “Will Ming Jing be alright?”

Bai Ziyan spat at him, “Don’t jinx her. But seriously, where did Ming Jing learn to ride? Can you even keep horses in the mountains?”

Everyone fell into deep thought. Ming Jing was like an onion, each layer revealing another one beneath. You could never truly know who she really was.

With a gloomy expression, Han Cheng said, “Young Master Gao, as you saw, it was Ms. Zhu who voluntarily went after Violent Wind. If anything happens to her, it has nothing to do with me personally or the horse club. Everything is on her own accord.”

Before he could finish speaking, a young man excitedly shouted, “Look, she’s coming back.”

In the distance, a figure raced toward them, the blazing sun overhead rendering them nearly unable to open their eyes.

Astride the horse, the girl wore indigo-blue riding gear, her stunning face as serene and beautiful as the moon. Her back straight and regal, she appeared as if a queen returning from a city tour.

As they neared, the girl pulled on the reins, and the horse reared up. Standing firmly on the horse, the girl let out a long neigh that resounded in the sky.

Everyone was awestruck, their eyes blinded by the sunlight, leaving only the graceful silhouette of the girl on horseback. This image would forever be etched into their memories.

As Violent Wind calmed down and put its front hooves back on the ground, the girl patted it gently. The wild and unruly horse had disappeared completely, replaced by an incredibly docile creature that affectionately nuzzled Ming Jing’s palm.

Han Cheng couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “You actually tamed it?”

Ming Jing sat on the horse and spoke softly, “Horses understand human nature too. Treat them with sincerity, and they will reciprocate.”

His face a mixture of emotions, Han Cheng asked, “Is it really that simple?”

Can talking about sincerity actually work with a horse? Wasn’t that like playing a lute to a cow?

Not far away, a woman stood quietly, her gaze fixed on the girl seated on the horse. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes filled with deep curiosity and amazement.

“Qingqing, does the coach have something against me? Why did he deliberately assign me the fiercest horse? I almost died today. Since you’re such an excellent rider, can you teach me? Pretty please, I’ll treat you to your favorite fried rice cakes,” she had pleaded with her friend.

“It’s quite simple, actually. Horses are the most loyal and human-like creatures. As long as you treat them with sincerity, they can feel it.”

A Yu, is that you?

No, A Yu had died twelve years ago. She had seen the gruesome corpse herself —a sight too horrifying to even reminisce.

So, who was this girl with traces of A Yu?