Her words drew even more people's attention.
Many in the Ancient medical field had not seen Ying Zijin before.
But a few days ago, her portrait had already been distributed to the major clans.
Due to her striking beauty and high recognizability, others recognized her at once.
"Sorry, Miss Ying, I was a bit intense just now." Meng Qingxue coughed a few times, her brows furrowing tighter, "This horse has been involved in several accidents already, resulting in three people becoming paralyzed, and one person has died from their injuries."
"It may look nice, but it would be better for you to choose a gentler one."
"Thank you for the reminder, I know." Ying Zijin didn't turn around, her fingers grasping the reins, "This one is quite good."
Meng Qingxue moved her lips: "Miss Ying—"
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw that the stallion gradually stopped its neighing.
