The Princess' Rebirth and Revenge

In the early summer of Yunhan Country, the sun shines through the sparse clouds, dappling on the magnificent palace, giving the solemn palace a warm glow. However, in this splendor and tranquility, there is a small figure who is quietly escaping from the golden cage that bound him.

Haoyu, the little prince of Yunhan Country, is only seven years old, but he has a restless heart. His eyes are always shining with curiosity and desire for the unknown world, which is incompatible with those boring literacy and arithmetic courses. Whenever the old and gentle voice of the tutor echoes in the study, Haoyu's heart has already flown to the distance, where there are warriors galloping on horses, arrows flying through the air, and the adventures and challenges he has always dreamed of.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry. Haoyu once again took advantage of the time when the tutor turned around to write on the blackboard and quietly moved to the small window of the study. He carefully pushed open the window frame and looked out. After making sure that no one was paying attention, he jumped down like a clever kitten and headed straight for the tempting training ground.

On the training ground, soldiers in armor and holding spears were galloping on horseback or shooting arrows with bows, their momentum was deafening. Haoyu hid in the bushes in the distance, his eyes wide open, full of surprise and envy. He seemed to be in another world, where there was no restraint of books, no shackles of rules, only the collision of freedom and passion.

"Wow! So cool!" Haoyu couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes flashing with unprecedented light. He clenched his fists tightly, and an indescribable impulse surged in his heart - he longed to join them, become one of them, and gallop together in this boundless world.

At this moment, a crisp sound of metal clashing attracted Haoyu's attention. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a distinctive figure holding a long sword and sparring with a soldier on the sidelines. The man was agile and quick, and every strike of the sword was accurate and powerful, not inferior to any male soldier on the field. What surprised Haoyu even more was that it was a woman, dressed in a tight outfit, heroic and valiant, with an unyielding pride between her eyebrows.

"Who is she? So amazing!" Haoyu secretly admired in his heart, and couldn't help wanting to get closer to see what was going on. He slowly crawled out of the bushes and approached the woman carefully. However, just when he was about to see the woman's face clearly, a sudden gust of wind made him suddenly alert - someone discovered his whereabouts!

Haoyu's heart tightened, and he was about to turn around and run away, but it was too late. He saw a dark shadow flash in front of him like a ghost, and a strong hand gently pressed his shoulder. Haoyu was so scared that he trembled all over, and when he looked back, he saw the woman looking at him with a smile, and there was a cunning light in her eyes.

"Little boy, have you had enough of peeping?" The woman's voice was clear and pleasant, with a hint of teasing. Haoyu could see her face clearly - her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as paintings, and she looked heroic yet gentle. It was Wei An who had just fought with him.

Haoyu's cheeks flushed red, and he stammered, "I... I'm just curious... I want to see what military training is like..."

Upon hearing this, Wei An smiled, squatted down to look at Haoyu, and said gently: "It's good to be curious, but it's not good to peek at others practicing. What's your name? Which palace are you from?"

Haoyu felt relieved when he saw that Wei An was not angry. He mustered up the courage to answer, "My name is Haoyu, and I am the emperor's son."

"Oh? So you are the little prince!" Wei An's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he smiled, "Well, since you like training so much, I can teach you a few moves, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, including your father and mother."

When Haoyu heard this, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay! I promise not to tell anyone!"

Thus, in that training ground full of sunshine and sweat, an indissoluble bond quietly began. Wei An became Haoyu's secret master, teaching him horse riding, archery, and swordsmanship. The two ran freely and laughed to their heart's content in this free world. Under Wei An's guidance, Haoyu gradually showed extraordinary talent and courage. A seed called "dream" was planted in his heart, waiting to be watered and bloomed in the future.

In the early summer of Yunhan Country, the sun shone through the layers of green leaves like a thread and sprinkled on a corner of the palace. In this quiet and solemn environment, there was a small figure, like a bird eager to fly, quietly breaking free from its shackles and yearning for a wider world.

Haoyu, the little prince of Yunhan Country, is young, but he has shown curiosity and courage that are not in line with his age. Whenever the low voice of the master's lecture sounded in the study, his mind had already drifted to the distance, where the warriors' battlefields and the heroes' destinations were. Today, he once again took advantage of the master's unpreparedness and jumped out of the small window of the study, with only one thought in his mind - to go to the training ground and witness the scenes that he had only seen in his dreams.