All the ministers and noble sons were eager to try, but as soon as they saw Crown Prince Zhao Xi sitting steadily below the emperor, they immediately calmed down.
His horse riding and archery skills might not be the best in the world, but at least in the entire capital, there was no second person who could match him. The only one who could, perhaps, was Yun Liulang from Suzhou.
It seemed that Emperor Guangxi's conditions were set just for the Crown Prince alone.
Whether it was intentional support or deliberate testing was intriguing and subtle.
In the flash of a thought, everyone at the table came to realize this, and each of them turned their gaze to Zhao Xi.
The seventeen-year-old Crown Prince already showed signs of maturity between his brows and eyes. His upright figure was wrapped in a light blue crane cloak. The warm autumn sun highlighted his noble and unmatched elegance.
