What would happen if the Seventh Prince really died? Was there such a thing as an origin in this world? Would he absorb his origin? Was he really the Ren Baqian from another world?
When these thoughts appeared in Ren Baqian's mind, it was as if he was holding a Pandora's box in his hand, constantly tempting him.
However, he didn't dare to do so.
Even those who were trampled or hanged to death by his order were the trusted aides or stewards of those young masters.
Although he appeared to be ruthless, he knew what he could do and what he couldn't.
With the identity of the Seventh Prince, he really didn't dare to do so.
If he died here, it would be like a president of a big country dying in China. The impact would be too great.
It would be like slapping the face of the Great Xia imperial family and spitting on them.
The other party didn't need any evidence. As long as there was a little doubt, they could send someone to kill him.
Not to mention whether the empress would protect him, even if she wanted to, unless he never left the palace, the other party could just send an expert.
Ren Baqian rubbed his forehead and suppressed this thought. He had to settle the matter that the empress had instructed him to do.
It was better to keep the matter of the Seventh Prince at the bottom of his heart.
However, Ren Baqian raised his vigilance. If he had such an impulse, what about the other party? Would he be the same as him? If the other party had such thoughts, given his identity, he wouldn't have to worry about this and that. Then, he would be in danger.
That afternoon, all the people who had arrived to participate in the Great Hunt had been counted.
Everyone was going to participate.
Unlike Ren Baqian, the others already knew about the Great Hunt. They had rushed to Lan City before the Great Hunt and naturally had the intention to participate.
In any case, each of them could bring an attendant.
After all, the people from other countries weren't as skilled as the aboriginals. Even if those heirs were skilled in martial arts, they still needed a helper who could help them carry their prey.
This was the difference between them and Ren Baqian.
Although Ren Baqian wasn't an aboriginal, he didn't have such preferential treatment.
While counting the number of people, Ren Baqian put aside his thoughts and went to look for Gu Daxiong. After all, he needed a mount to go hunting.
Not to mention riding a horse, Ren Baqian hadn't even touched one before. Even if it was a last-minute effort, he had to think of a way.
Gu Daxiong was snoring in his room when he was woken up by Ren Baqian. He scolded Ren Baqian discontentedly. After hearing the purpose of Ren Baqian's visit, he laughed and said, "You can take away the ones you like in the backyard."
"Thank you very much, Sir Gu." Ren Baqian cupped his hands in thanks and went straight to the backyard.
Generally speaking, people in ancient times would refer to a cow pen or a horse pen. However, Gu Daxiong only referred to a pen. After Ren Baqian went over and took a look, he understood why.
The only thing missing was a horse.
Speaking of which, there were relatively few horses in Dayao. Most of them were cattle and sheep.
It was the same in this enclosure. There were a few sheep, the kind that pulled carts on the streets. They were huge and about the same size as horses. There were also a few cows that looked more docile, and they had curved and spiral horns. It was unknown what the difference was. The spiral-horned cows were greenish in color, and their bodies were thinner.
In addition, there were two giant birds not far away. Their feathers were yellowish-brown. They looked a little like ostriches, but their heads were much bigger than ostriches. Their beaks were wider, and their necks were thicker. There was a faint stench on their bodies. Even though it wasn't very strong, it was very disgusting. Ren Baqian couldn't help but cover his nose.
"Are these things used to be ridden?" Ren Baqian curiously asked the person in charge.
"Sir, these are mountain-gazing birds. They run extremely fast, especially when crossing mountains and rivers. They are much faster than other animals. They are usually used to deliver letters, "the person in charge of these animals immediately said.
Ren Baqian curiously looked at the two mountain-gazing birds a few more times before asking, "What kind of mount is better for me to ride when I go hunting? It must be docile and easy to control. "
"The first is the mountain-gazing bird. It can be ridden on mountains and can jump up rocks that aren't tall. The second is the crooked cow. It's fast and can carry things, but it's not as convenient as the mountain-gazing bird, "the person in charge said.
Ren Baqian followed the direction of his finger and looked at the two crooked cows with spiral-shaped horns. Then, he looked at the mountain birds. He preferred crooked cows as their backs were wider, making them more comfortable to ride on. Furthermore, they could carry things.
Although the mountain-gazing bird could run and jump in the mountains, according to Caretaker Shi, there were many ferocious beasts in the mountains. If they were to encounter ferocious beasts while riding on this bird, they might not be able to react in time. It would be safer for him to walk slowly on his own two legs.
It wasn't that the crooked cow couldn't climb the mountain, but it wasn't as easy as the mountain-gazing bird.
The main problem was the Mountain-Gazing Bird's stench. If he kept riding it, it would be a torture.
"Bring this crooked cow out for me to try," Ren Baqian said.
"Alright!" The person in charge opened the wooden fence and pulled out a crooked cow. Then, he took a saddle from the side and put it on. After that, he held the rope and said to Ren Baqian, "Sir, please."
The crooked cow's back was about 1.3 meters above the ground. Ren Baqian took a deep breath, grabbed the saddle, and climbed up.
This crooked cow was rather well-behaved and didn't move at all when Ren Baqian was crawling on the net. After Ren Baqian was seated properly, the person in charge passed the rope to him and told him how to operate it.
"Go!" Ren Baqian's calf knocked on the cow's stomach, and the cow immediately moved forward.
The reins were attached to the cow's face, and it was similar to a horse's. The way to control it was similar as well. In addition, the crooked cow was docile, so it was easy to control.
However, once the crooked cow started to run, Ren Baqian had to protect its body for fear that it would fall. Not long after, Ren Baqian started to feel uncomfortable all over his body. The speed of this crooked cow wasn't considered slow, but it was too bumpy. Furthermore, it was swaying left and right, making Ren Baqian feel motion sickness.
Ren Baqian hurriedly stopped the crooked cow and jumped onto the ground to rest.
"Is this the most stable one?" Ren Baqian asked.
"The mountain-gazing bird is more stable than the crooked cow. Sir, you can give it a try."
Seeing this, Ren Baqian had no choice but to let the person in charge bring out the mountain-gazing bird.
The mountain-gazing bird was also very docile, or it could be said that it had been tamed. Ren Baqian stroked its feathers first. The mountain-gazing bird let out a "ge ge" sound and turned its head to look at Ren Baqian.
"Sir, you can stroke its head first. It likes to do that," the person in charge said.
Ren Baqian placed his hand on the mountain-gazing bird's head and it let out a "ge ge" sound again. At the same time, its eyes squinted slightly. It looked very comfortable, no different from a cat or dog that was begging to be stroked.
After he climbed onto the back of the mountain-gazing bird and ran for a while, he realized that even though this thing didn't look very eye-catching, it was indeed much more comfortable than riding the crooked cow. The feathers on its body were also softer, and it didn't chafe the inner thighs. The only drawback was the faint stench that kept drilling into his nose.
"Are all these things so smelly?" Ren Baqian asked.
"Yes, this thing relies on its stench to make other wild beasts not like to treat it as prey," the person in charge said.
Ren Baqian furrowed his eyebrows for a long time. Alright, this thing was a little smelly, but it was indeed comfortable to ride. If he were to ride the crooked cow, he reckoned that he would collapse before he even reached his destination.
If it was a little smelly, so be it. He would bear with it. At most, he would bring two bottles of perfume and spray it on when he returned from Earth.
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