Stunning, I Really Don’t Know How to Tame Horses

Horses were originally wild animals, once called "fire beasts." Whenever people approached, they would rear up, neigh loudly, or kick out with their hind legs to keep humans away—though they would not truly harm anyone.

But the Bloodsweat Charger and Blackcloud Stallion that Princess Yara and Su Wan prepared for Serena Feng are not only untamed—they were deliberately tormented during capture, making them hate humans.

Whenever anyone tries to approach, these horses will actively kick. If someone manages to get onto their backs, they go berserk.

Prepared for battle, Princess Yara and Su Wan have made sure that anyone challenging Eastlyn’s warhorses won’t have an easy time.

The first to enter the arena is the Bloodsweat Charger selected by Princess Yara—a pure black, handsome stallion, tall and strong, with powerful limbs and a striking blood-red forelock that gives it an air of nobility.

As soon as it’s released onto the field, the stallion lets out a furious neigh and bolts, galloping so fast that it stuns the crowd.

"What a fine horse!" the Emperor exclaimed.

This untamed Bloodsweat Charger is dozens of times stronger than Princess Yara’s own mount—which also means it’s nowhere near easy to tame. If it were, Lyndaria would have already done so and never sent it to Eastlyn.

"Doctor Feng, may you win with flying colors." Princess Yara turns gracefully, taking her seat in the stands—clearly ready to watch the show.

Serena Feng bowed to the Emperor, then paused in front of Princess Yara: "I won’t let you down, Princess. That Bloodsweat Charger will be mine."

"May you get everything you wish for," the princess said.

Serena Feng simply smiled, saying nothing.

"Serena Feng, go for it!" As she passed Dominic Zhai, he raised his fist in encouragement. Serena nodded back, utterly fearless.

"Serena Feng, go for it!" The young nobles in the stands, seeing her calm and composed as she entered, regained some confidence and shouted, fists raised.

Across from them, the ladies and girls joined in, calling out, "Serena Feng, go for it!"

Serena Feng hadn’t even begun the contest, but the atmosphere was already electric. No matter how much some disliked her before, now everyone was rooting for her to win.

Everyone knew—if Serena Feng lost this round, she’d lose her hands.

People naturally sympathize with the underdog. Right now, Serena Feng was that underdog in everyone’s eyes.

But Serena Feng paid them no mind.

"Who would’ve thought—Serena Feng is winning people’s hearts." Dongling Zichun looked smug, as if all those cheers were for him.

Adrian Eastlyn pretended not to hear, tilting his head to gaze up at the sky.

"Miss Feng, please!" The guard slid aside the specially made iron gate, admitting Serena Feng into the taming ring.

"She’s in! Serena Feng is in the arena!"

The shout was so loud it startled Serena Feng.

She’s just entering the arena—what’s all the fuss? You can’t tame a horse without stepping in, can you? What a bunch of idiots.

"Do you think that horse might kick Serena Feng to death? The guards are waiting outside the ring, but it’s so big—if she falls, they might not reach her in time. She could get trampled." A young man in green voiced his worry, quickly echoed by others.

Ugh... these people really do overthink things.

Serena Feng ignored the noisy chatter around her. The moment she stepped into the arena, her eyes locked onto the rampaging Bloodsweat Charger, carefully observing its condition and estimating its speed.

The horse seemed to be searching for an exit. Aside from its initial sprint, its speed soon slowed—Serena figured she could catch up if she ran fast enough.

By the third time the Bloodsweat Charger thundered past her, Serena Feng could roughly calculate its speed and route.

The horse was testing the fence, circling again and again, searching for a way out. But the barriers were custom-built—if it could break free, that’d be a real spectacle.

"What is Serena Feng doing? Is she just waiting for the wild horse to tire itself out? That horse could run for three days straight—how long does she plan to wait?" Serena’s prolonged stillness confused and frustrated the crowd.

Sympathy aside, their thirst for drama made them restless at the calm in the arena.

Just then, the Bloodsweat Charger charged toward Serena Feng again. This time, she finally moved, darting to the inside of its path and keeping a one-meter distance.

Serena Feng ran alongside the wild horse—when it sped up, she sped up; when it slowed, she slowed.

When the horse noticed someone approaching, it tried to kick Serena Feng away. But she didn’t make any sudden moves, keeping that one-meter gap as she ran beside it.

One lap. Two laps.

The arena was huge, and the horse didn’t stick to the track—sometimes darting here, sometimes there. Each lap was at least three thousand meters; two laps meant nearly six thousand.

Six thousand meters is nothing for a horse. But for a young woman to run that far—especially matching the horse’s speed—would exhaust anyone.

Even at its slowest, the horse was still far stronger than any person.

"What’s Serena Feng doing—just running alongside the horse?"

"Serena Feng’s stamina is incredible! She’s run two laps already—doesn’t she get tired? And she’s still keeping up!"

Tired?

This was nothing. Serena had run with full gear on the battlefield before—today she was running light. Six thousand meters was hardly a challenge. With steady breathing, she could run another six thousand without breaking a sweat.

Animals have memories too. After running with Serena for so long, the horse got used to her presence. So when she gradually slowed down, the horse slowed as well.

Before, Serena used the horse as her reference point. Now, their roles reversed—the horse was matching Serena’s pace, following her lead.

"Halfway there!" Serena thought to herself, secretly delighted. Her pace slowed further, and after another lap, she was nearly jogging, while the horse ambled beside her. At this point, for Serena, the horse was almost stationary.

A meter apart—neither far nor near, just two big steps away. As Serena led the horse around a bend, she suddenly leapt, grabbed the mane at its neck, and vaulted onto its back…

Her black silhouette traced a graceful arc through the air. The crowd was stunned, as if time itself had paused. When they finally came to, Serena was seated atop the horse.

"Beautiful!" someone exclaimed, triggering a wave of applause that thundered through the arena.

"Serena Feng, well done!"

"My goodness, that was beautiful!"

"She did it—Serena Feng is on the horse!"

"Amazing! That move was spectacular. How did she do it? I didn’t even catch it!"

"Good!" The Emperor was so moved he slapped his dragon throne and leapt to his feet, a wide smile on his face.

Serena Feng’s maneuver gave him hope for victory.

"You can tell just by looking—this horse is wild to the core. For Serena Feng to get on its back is no small feat." The Crown Prince clutched his chest, gasping for breath; his excitement had nearly triggered his illness.

"I truly don’t know how many secrets you’re hiding, Serena Feng. An orphan with no parents, yet so skilled—your medicine is peerless, and now your horsemanship is extraordinary too. Serena Feng, you’re silent until you strike—and when you do, it’s astonishing!" Nolan Eastlyn’s calm black eyes shone with a rare light.

But perhaps everyone was celebrating too soon—just sitting on the horse didn’t mean it was tamed yet!