"All right." Yang Ruxin hurried over to pat Xiaohei on the head, "If you want to fight, go to the mountains next time, but right now we have serious matters to discuss. How did you get here?"
That reminded Xiaohei of his mission. He lifted his paw and placed a slip of paper into Yang Ruxin’s hand.
"It’s really impressive that you managed to hold on to that." Yang Ruxin let out a sigh, then she opened the note. It was from Sanni, with just one word: Yes.
Yang Ruxin frowned slightly. She had sent a letter solely to Sanni, asking her to check whether Xun Hui had the birthmark Dong Wenming had mentioned. Now Sanni had confirmed it; Xun Hui indeed had a birthmark. This meant that Xun Hui was not actually the child of the Xun Family, but was the daughter of the Dong Family, who was stolen away by a servant and sold many years ago.
The news couldn’t have been more shocking. However, she couldn’t disclose it just yet. She also needed to make time to get in touch with Dong Wenming to see how his investigation into Mo Wenjie was going.
Gu Qingheng stepped forward and took Yang Ruxin’s hand.
"Let’s go back," Yang Ruxin said with a smile, gripping Gu Qingheng’s hand in return. This man always sensed her subtle emotional shifts. Although he wasn’t very talkative, he always managed to put her at ease in any situation instantly.
Gu Qingheng led Yang Ruxin toward his carriage while Xiaohei hopped along behind them.
"Sister Xin." Hao the fatty suddenly got up and followed a few steps behind.
"What’s the matter?" Yang Ruxin turned around.
"That..." Hao the fatty pointed at Xiaohei, "Is this the one you raised? It’s a Hai Dongqing, isn’t it?" His eyes were practically glowing green.
Yang Ruxin nodded: "You have quite an eye."
"Divine Eagle!" Hao the fatty’s mouth began to water as he stared at Xiaohei, "So beautiful..."
Xiaohei moved a couple of steps to the side, feeling uneasy as if the fatty was looking at him with... ill intentions.
Yang Ruxin’s mouth twitched, "You aren’t going to target even a bird, are you? Besides, he’s the same sex as you..."
Upon hearing this, Xiaohei got even more terrified and swiftly darted behind Yang Ruxin. This man was definitely dodgy.
Hao the fatty blinked, finally catching on to what Yang Ruxin implied, and shivered all over, "Sister Xin, what are you talking about? No matter what, I like people..."
Yang Ruxin exaggerated a sigh of relief, "Well, that’s good to hear."
Hao the fatty’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t want to dwell on that topic, "Sister Xin, can we talk about something? That..."
Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow, "What do you want exactly?"
"The... Hai Dongqing is quite impressive, right?"
"What do you think?"
Xiaohei immediately lifted his little head proudly. He considered himself the sovereign of the skies, understand? But he dismissed it—this fatty wouldn’t comprehend his speech; best to keep a low profile.
"That’s the thing, Sister Xin, could you lend me this Black King for a few days?" Hao the fatty’s eyes were bulging with anticipation, "I’ll return him before the New Year, really, I’ll take care of him as well as I take care of my own father..."
A shout came from afar: Unfilial son, when have you ever taken care of your father?
"What do you need him for?" Yang Ruxin’s eyebrows knit together slightly, "You do realize that Xiaohei is a Hai Dongqing, the king amongst Divine Eagles. It’s quite dangerous..."
"I know, and that’s exactly why I am asking for Black King’s help," Hao the fatty rubbed his hands together, "I’m not hiding anything from you, Sister Xin. In just a few days, on the 25th and 26th of the twelfth lunar month, there will be an eagle fighting competition in Prefectural City..."