The dull sound of the horn resonated, and the group of women tightened their hold on their horses' backs, launching like arrows released from a bow.
After three laps, the women had spread out, forming several ranks.
Ji Chuchu consistently led at a distance, along with two or three other women in the first rank, while Li Xianyun and a few other women remained in the second rank, trailing the first by only five or six meters, followed by slower runners in two more ranks.
Guli sat in the stands, watching the competition with delight. Li Xianyun's horsemanship had indeed surprised her, but she was convinced that beating Ji Chuchu was an absolute impossibility.
She turned to the officials' relatives behind her and said, "A woman from the Han Ethnic Group joining a horse race, truly overestimating her abilities."
The officials behind her, older and craftier, were adept at playing it safe and echoing sentiments. They concurred, "The Grand Imperial Consort speaks the truth."