The sun's shadow was across the sky, hot steam was bubbling from the tea stove, and white mist was floating in the air.
Qiuyan waited by the side with his hands hanging down, unable to hide his excitement.
"Miss, I just sneaked down to take a look. The tiger was so tall. Both of its eyes were bloody and had arrows stuck in them. It was really scary."
Afraid that Song Lingzhi didn't understand, she stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms upwards, "This... high."
Song Lingzhi was rarely amused, and he took the man's arm and said, "I know, I know. Be careful. This pavilion is very high. If you fall, it's not a joke."
Qiuyan smiled brightly, took the round fan from Song Lingzhi, and fanned her gently: "I saw it with my own eyes, young lady, please don't disbelieve it. Those eunuchs said that the Third Prince was brave and fearless. He didn't even dodge when the white tiger pounced on him, and he used a dagger to cut off the beast's brain."
A cool breeze blew across his face, but it couldn't blow away the heat on Song Lingzhi's face.
The bite mark at the corner of his lip was slightly painful, as if the skin was broken. When applying lip balm in the morning, Song Lingzhi did not dare to ask Qiuyan for help, for fear that she would notice something.
Even if you apply a thin layer of lip balm, no matter how careful you are, it is still inevitable that it will touch the wound.
Qiuyan kept calling him "Third Prince", and Song Lingzhi felt the wound at the corner of his lips hurt again. He seemed to be back to last night, when Shen Yan forced him to look up, and the kiss on his lips was fierce and unsystematic. Song Lingzhi felt suffocated and felt like he was about to faint.
The endless darkness was like an invisible giant net, dragging her into the nightmare that had troubled her for many years in her previous life. Perhaps because she was shaking so badly later, Shen Yan finally let her go, stood up straight, and only ordered someone to call the imperial physician, and did nothing else.
"Girl, look, it's the pair of geese that His Highness just shot down!"
The goose's wound was cleaned and wrapped in white gauze. Its round eyes stared straight at Song Lingzhi.
The eunuch carrying the birdcage was a sweet-talker, and he knew very well that Song Lingzhi was Shen Yan's future wife. He spoke eloquently and praised Shen Yan's actions as if there was only one such person in the world, one-of-a-kind.
The young eunuch chuckled, "Madam, you don't know, this wild goose is very smart. I almost had it peck my eyes. It's only because of your bravery that the Third Prince got hurt. The wound is not deep, and it will heal in a few days."
Song Lingzhi was impatient with his good words about Shen Yan and just winked at Qiu Yan.
Qiuyan understood what he meant and ordered someone to bring the reward money over. The young eunuch thanked him profusely, kowtowed and left.
With his ears clear, Song Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the pair of wild geese in the cage. As the eunuch had said, the wild geese were really fierce.
Qiuyan was afraid that Song Lingzhi would be pecked, so she quickly pulled her back and said, "Miss, be careful. Don't let it peck your hand. This little creature has very powerful claws."
Song Lingzhi looked down and was surprised to see that the wild goose stopped showing its claws and fangs when it saw Song Lingzhi. Instead, it lowered its head with a submissive look and even easily snatched grains from Song Lingzhi's palm.
Qiuyan was surprised and bewildered: "This is so strange, could it be that this wild goose also recognizes its master? Why doesn't it want to eat anything that I feed it, and only eats what the girl holds in her hand?"
Song Lingzhi also found it strange, and he and his servant surrounded the birdcage.