The Dumb Prince of the Ming Dynasty

"What's all the noise about!" a loud shout rang out.

Everyone turned around in unison, and saw Duke Fu Youde of Ying State riding towards them.

The old general, over sixty years old, with gray hair and beard, sat on his horse and glanced around.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the ladies in the stands didn't dare to make a sound.

Fu Youde's gaze lingered for a moment on the two pheasant feathers on Li Jinglong's head, and his lips twitched.

"Greetings to the Duke of Ying!" All the noble sons bowed in unison.

Fu Youde snorted coldly, which was taken as an agreement.

"First, we'll see who can ride the horses, then we'll see who can fight." He looked at them with disdain. "A bunch of brats who've never been on the battlefield are all trash in my eyes."

The faces of Xun Gui's sons were filled with resentment.

But none of them dared to utter a sound.

The person who said this was Fu Youde, who had just returned from a great victory in Yunnan and was granted the title of Duke of Ying.

A seasoned killer who survived countless trials and tribulations.

He said you're trash, and you are trash.

Only Li Jinglong didn't care at all, and there wasn't a trace of resentment on his face.

He even yawned.

"Ready!" Fu Youde waved his hand.

The sons of Xun Gui rode their horses in a line.

"After I've dealt with you bunch of brats, I'm going back for a drink." Fu Youde slammed his arm down, "Run!"

More than a dozen warhorses galloped out at the same time.

Hooves flew, dust billowed, and the training ground was instantly filled with yellow dust.

The ladies in the stands erupted in cheers.

"Brother, hurry!"

"Third Brother, charge!"

Shouts rose and fell, each one louder than the last, as everyone cheered for their brother.

Dust billowed as horses galloped by.

The group spurred their horses back, and amidst the billowing dust, one rider broke through the clouds and emerged.

Silver armor and a white horse, two pheasant feathers fluttering in the wind.

It is Li Jinglong.

The scene was like a young divine general riding down to earth.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"It's Brother Li! Brother Li is number one!"

"So handsome! So handsome!!!"

They didn't know anything about riding skills; all they knew was that the young man in white armor on a white horse, with two imposing pheasant feathers on his head, charged ahead through the yellow sand.

Beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous!

Li Jinglong was the first to cross the finish line.

The warhorse let out a long neigh, its front hooves rising high before falling heavily back down.

Two pheasant feathers drew a beautiful arc in the air.

So cool!

The sons of Kengoku who crossed the finish line behind him all looked increasingly grim.

No one expected that the best horsemanship would be won by Li Jinglong, that good-for-nothing.

Li Jinglong dismounted.

Everyone was watching him.

Everyone thought he would take the opportunity to show off.

Unexpectedly, Li Jinglong rushed to the sidelines.

His own maid was standing there, holding a small wooden box in her hand.

"Quickly, quickly!" Li Jinglong bent down, bringing his face close to the maid's, "Touch up this general's makeup!"

The entire audience was stunned.

The maid looked embarrassed and wished she could disappear into the ground. She hurriedly opened the wooden box, took out a powder puff, and gently patted Li Jinglong's face.

On the training ground, dozens of noble sons, hundreds of soldiers watching, and dozens of noble ladies in the stands watched helplessly.

Li Jinglong was completely unaware.

"How is it?" he asked the maid.

The maid answered softly, "What, how?"

"My popularity is off the charts!" Li Jinglong said smugly. "Has today's performance boosted my follower count significantly?"

The maid looked at his face and said, "Young Master, your makeup has run off."

"What do you know?" Li Jinglong said with disdain. "Those who dropped out are fake fans, haters, spies sent by the rival. What I want are true fans."

Maid: "..."

She just wanted to go home.

Fu Youde couldn't stand it any longer.

He has been through thick and thin, what kind of scene hasn't he seen?

But he simply couldn't hold back in today's situation.

This guy, a grown man, actually put on makeup, wore two pheasant feathers on his head to the martial arts arena, rode his horse and came in first place, and then had his maid touch up his makeup in front of everyone.

If these were his soldiers, they would have been dragged out and flogged long ago.

But this guy happens to be Li Wenzhong's son.

His Majesty's grand-nephew.

"The duel begins! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" he shouted urgently.

Let's finish the competition quickly and leave the venue as soon as possible.

All the noble sons turned their gazes toward Li Jinglong.

This time, I'll beat you to a pulp.

"I choose Li Jiujiang!"

"I'll choose him too!"

"Why should you choose? I spoke first!"

"Because my fist is bigger than yours."

A group of people argued heatedly, their faces flushed and spittle flying, and they almost started fighting amongst themselves.

Fu Youde rubbed his forehead and looked at Li Jinglong: "Li Jiujiang, who do you choose?"

"My foundation has come off, let's try again another day." Li Jinglong shrugged.

Everyone was getting anxious.

"No!"

"We have to fight today!"

"I've been waiting for this day for so long!"

The sentiment is indignant.

Li Jinglong shrugged: "Then I admit defeat."

Tang Jingzu was stunned: "What did you say?"

"I admit defeat," Li Jinglong said matter-of-factly.

Tang Jingzu angrily retorted, "What makes you think you can just admit defeat?"

Li Jinglong tilted his head and looked at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

He held up a finger and pointed to his face: "Fighting with you bunch of brutes, swords have no eyes. What if you rub off a piece of my foundation and ruin my whole makeup? Wouldn't all my efforts have been for nothing?"

The entire audience was stunned.

"Duke of Ying! Aren't you going to do anything about this? He's clearly making a fool of us!" Tang Jizu said.

"He's already admitted defeat." Fu Youde said, troubled. "How can I interfere? This guild will report to His Majesty."

Tang Jingzu felt like he had punched cotton.

He had a burning desire to fight and a belly full of anger, but nowhere to vent it.

"I love how you can't stand me, but you can't do anything about it," Li Jinglong provocatively said.

Behind him, the sons of Xun Gui erupted in cheers.

"Li Jiujiang!"

"Stop right there!"

"Don't you dare leave!"

Several people rolled up their sleeves and were about to rush up.

Fu Youde blocked their path with his horse, his face dark, and with just one look, everyone stopped in their tracks.

Li Jinglong arrived at the stands where the young ladies were standing.

The ladies in the stands immediately erupted in cheers.

"Brother Li is here!"

"He's coming! He's coming!"

"Brother Li, look this way!"

Li Jinglong smiled and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Ladies, I am General Foundation."

The girls were taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Foundation General! Hahahaha!"

"Brother Li, you're so funny!"

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a girl sat quietly.

She wore a light blue dress, had a beautiful face, but a cold expression.

As Li Jinglong continued waving to the girls, he leaned closer to Li Zengzhi and asked, "Who is that girl, the one in the blue dress, sitting in the middle of the third row, the one with the coldest face?"

Li Zengzhi kept covering his face: "Brother, that's a girl from the Yuan family."

"Holy crap, my fiancée!" Li Jinglong was stunned. "This is a huge embarrassment."

Li Zengzhi was speechless: "If I had known you were going to embarrass yourself today, I wouldn't have come with you."

"What do you know? I'm playing a long game." Li Jinglong said irritably.

Li Zengzhi: "Hehe!"