Be obedient, and you'll suffer less, understand?

“Caesar! Stop!”
Seeing the black steed named Caesar finally come to a halt, the staff member who had been waiting for an opening at its side finally stepped forward.
But at that very moment, the girl who had been facing off with the horse suddenly pulled on the reins and… leapt onto its back.
The staff member gasped sharply, waving his hands and shouting,
“Miss, please get down at once! Caesar has a terrible temper—he won’t let just anyone ride him!”
“Don’t be noisy!”
“Whoa—”
To his astonishment, horse and rider turned their heads in perfect unison, both glaring at him in reprimand.
He froze on the spot, mouth agape, utterly at a loss.

Meanwhile, in a shadowed corner not far off, Si Bei watched the scene unfold, taking a step forward and murmuring,
“Boss, I’ll go bring Caesar back.”
“No. Wait a moment.”
Si Qingchen’s eyes were deep as the sea, fixed on the girl encircled by the golden light, his expression unreadable.
Si Bei arched a brow, surprised by his employer’s response. After a moment, he lowered his gaze and retreated quietly.

On the field, Mu Qingcheng sat astride the horse with perfect composure, tightening her grip on the reins. She could feel the muscles beneath her still tense and rigid, the animal’s defiance clear.
Caesar was not yet willing to yield, poised to rebel at the slightest chance.
As everyone knew, the purer the bloodline, the more cunning and difficult the beast to tame.
It was the same for both man and animal.

But in this world, there was no person Mu Qingcheng could not handle, and no horse she could not break.
Right then—
“Caesar, be good. If you listen, you’ll suffer less, hmm?”
A snort of protest.
“My, you’re stubborn, aren’t you? Quite the temper.”
Another impatient whinny.

And so, girl and horse moved in place, conversing back and forth as if no one else existed—one stepping, one speaking, perfectly at ease with each other.
The staff member could only stare, dumbfounded.
He had never seen anyone tame a horse like this.
And yet, despite Caesar’s continued resistance, he dared not rear or throw the girl off his back.

Caesar was an extraordinary, noble breed, but his temperament was notoriously explosive.
Except for their boss, no one dared approach him lightly; they catered to his every need, treating him like a temperamental deity.
Ride him? Not a chance.
The horse was clever—if he even sensed your intention, he would immediately rear and shriek in protest.
And yet, now… he was astonishingly docile.

Caesar’s handler was utterly baffled, unable to comprehend what method Mu Qingcheng had used.
What he failed to notice was that, as she spoke soothingly to Caesar, her hands expertly tightened the reins at the most vulnerable part of his neck.
If Caesar made any sudden move, he would only end up hurting himself along with her.
In such a predicament, all he could do was endure, never daring to rebel.

After some time, seeing that words had failed to sway him, the girl in white curved her lips into a dazzling smile. She leaned low, bringing her lips to Caesar’s ear, and said, word by word,
“Caesar, there is no horse in this world I cannot tame.
If you refuse to obey, then… you’ll just have to run a few extra laps!”
With that, Mu Qingcheng brought her hand down sharply on Caesar’s hindquarters.

The smack echoed through the arena, startling even the onlookers.
Stung, Caesar sprang forward, galloping with all his might.
“Go—!”
“Go—!”
“Go—!”
Mu Qingcheng pressed her heels to his sides, tightening the reins with each stride.
Any attempt at defiance from Caesar was met with another firm slap, the sensation beyond words.
Unused to such treatment, Caesar was soon subdued, circling the field in obedience.

Across the broad arena, the black stallion, bearing the young woman in white, wove through the obstacles set for competition—graceful yet, in a way, almost childishly playful.
It was as if an adult was indulging in games meant for children.

In the distance, Si Qingchen’s fingers rubbed together in his pocket, his gaze sharpening and then relaxing once more.
After a moment, unnoticed by anyone, he turned quietly and departed with his men, leaving the scene without a sound.