Quick Wear: The Rescue Plan of the Male Supporting Actor of the Popular Cannon Fodder

Chapter 120: Saving the Crazy Mistress in Sheep's Clothing

She realized instantly that this was the favorability score mentioned by the system.

The total favorability is only 100%, I didn’t expect it to be 50%!

Wen Yang was flattered. She almost thought that Ling Han had no feelings for her at all.

After a long while, Ling Han smiled and replied, "Okay, then I believe Your Highness."

When Ling Han said this, Wen Yang was stunned. It was the first time she saw Ling Han smile so gently, so gentle that even the plum blossom birthmark under Ling Han's eye seemed a little charming.

"Your Highness, please let me accompany you on tomorrow's hunt. Although my left hand is injured, I can still use my right hand."

"Okay." Wen Yang did not reject Ling Han's proposal, because her goal tomorrow was not to win the hunt, but to return the injuries Ling Han suffered to that bastard Song Yizi!

Early in the morning of the second day, the horn officially starting the hunt sounded excitedly. The animals prepared in advance were driven into the woods by the guards responsible for the safety of the site. Ling Huang stood on the high platform, his eyes fixed on a stag running in the front. He narrowed his eyes, pulled the bowstring to the full, and the arrow flew through the air like a meteor, hitting the target accurately. With a "puff", the stag fell to the ground.

Wen Fengye watched from the side and clapped his hands in admiration, "Father is truly an archer of genius. His demeanor remains as strong as ever. A single arrow can decide the fate of a world. We are truly far behind!"

The Third Prince, Wen Mingxuan, was not to be outdone. He stepped forward and said, "If I could only be half as skilled as you, my father, in archery, I would undoubtedly be the first in this hunt!"

The fourth prince was still young. Sitting in Concubine De's arms, he also clapped his hands.

When the officials around heard Wen Fengye's speech, they all echoed his words and flattered him, with praises coming one after another.

Wen Fengye, however, scoffed at Wen Mingxuan's flattery. He couldn't even praise anyone, so how could he praise his father in the hope that he could come out on top in the hunt? He was indeed a fool born of a lowly fool of a mother.

Just as Wen Fengye was thinking this, Emperor Ling laughed heartily and said, "Third Brother, it's rare to see you so motivated. In that case, I'll hand this bow over to you. Don't bring shame to this bow of mine!"

The disdainful expression on Wen Fengye's face froze instantly. His father actually gave the bow to the good-for-nothing Third Prince?

"Thank you, father, for the reward. Mingxuan will not let you down today!" Wen Mingxuan happily took the bow from Emperor Ling. At the same time, he did not forget to glance at Wen Fengye triumphantly.

When Wen Fengye raised his eyes, he naturally saw Wen Mingxuan's provocative look. He clenched his fists tightly and suppressed his unwillingness a little.

It was just a bow given by the emperor as a reward, but that loser actually thought he could bully him?

Wen Yang stood with the daughters of the generals who were going to participate in the hunting trip, and saw the wonderful expression on Wen Fengye's face from afar.

After the original owner's brother, the crown prince, died, Wen Fengye was raised by her mother, the queen. As the only prince raised by the queen, his treatment in the palace has always been the highest among the princes. It can even be said that it is not an exaggeration to train him as the crown prince.

Such a person can obviously inherit the throne smoothly and bring peace and prosperity to the country if he behaves peacefully.

But he had evil intentions...

In this case, Wen Yang would definitely not treat him as her own anymore, nor would she let him gain any benefit from her mother.

......

As Emperor Ling gave an order on the high platform, the war drums sounded and the hunt was officially declared to have begun.

The participating noble sons and daughters of military commanders rushed into the hunting ground.

Wen Yang also followed the pace of the large army and rode his horse into the forest.

However, everyone's goal is to hunt prey, and the one she wants to hunt is Song Yizhi...

Some of the ladies of the civil officials sat on the high platform, whispering, "Guess who will take first place this year?"

"I guess it's General Song!" said a noble lady with bright eyes.

As soon as this was said, many noble ladies nearby whispered in agreement: "I also think it is General Song..."

At this time, another faction voiced a different opinion, "I don't think so. Hasn't the Second Prince won the first place several times before? His scores are almost the same as General Song's every year!"

Everyone started to discuss it, but in the end, no one could come to a conclusion.

The number of people besieging Song Yizi and Wen Fengye is still the same, half and half.

However, they had no idea that General Song, who they considered an archery god, had become a prey in the eyes of others...

Wen Yang's eyes had been fixed on Song Yizi since before entering the hunting ground.

After entering the enclosure, she never took her eyes off him for a moment, and followed steadily not far behind Song Yizi.

Ling Han followed not far from Wen Yang.

When they entered the depths of the forest, Song Yizi keenly noticed the sound of horse hooves following him. He turned around and saw Wen Yang's figure.

He tightened the reins in his hand, and the horse neighed and stopped.

Song Yizi, smiling, leisurely turned his horse around and said to Wen Yang, "Why has Your Highness been following me?"

Wen Yang raised the corners of his lips slightly, and replied softly, "Of course I have something to ask of General Song."

"What does Your Highness want to ask for? Are you afraid of the creatures in the forest and want to seek protection from me?" Song Yizi's lips curled slightly, his tone was leisurely, and it sounded a bit ambiguous.

He had thought that this princess was so noble and aloof. She had even pretended to be dismissive of him before. But now that the hunt had begun, he could no longer rely on that useless guard, so he had to come and beg for his protection. It turned out that Princess Wen Yang was just as the Second Prince had said, a fool.

Wen Yang saw the narcissistic expression on Song Yizi's face and naturally knew what Song Yizi was thinking.

She didn't bother to talk nonsense, but directly raised the longbow at hand, pulled out another long arrow from the quiver, and put it on the string in one go. She smiled and said softly: "What I want is your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long arrow flew out with a whoosh.

After all, Song Yizi was a man who had been on the battlefield. He immediately leaned back on the horse and lay on it, thus barely avoiding the arrow shot by Wen Yang.

However, before he could get up from his horse, he heard another sound breaking through the air.

With the second arrow, Wen Yang did not aim at Song Yizi's upper body, but at Song Yizi's legs.

Song Yizi was unable to dodge the arrow, and the arrow's tip pierced deeply into Song Yizi's thigh.

"Ah!!!!!" In an instant, Song Yizi's screams echoed in the mountains and forests.

The sharp, piercing pain in his thigh was so severe that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He struggled to sit up from the horse's back and asked loudly: "Your Highness, why are you like this?"

"Because you deserve to die." Wen Yang replied coldly.