This Rouran Horse Slave, with dark skin and a forehead full of wrinkles, knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the grass, not daring to lift his head: "Slave greets the Commandery Princess."
His Mandarin was quite good, without any noticeable accent.
Jiang Shaohua became interested and asked with a smile: "What's your name? How old are you? How many years have you been at the racecourse?"
The horse slave remained kneeling: "Slave is fifty-three years old this year. I've been at the racecourse for eighteen years. My former name, slave has long forgotten. Now, slave's surname is Ma, called Changqing."
Jiang Shaohua raised her eyebrows and looked at Ma Yaosong.
