Xining raised his eyes to look at him. The man in front of him seemed as if he would go and find a few more auspicious herbs for the people in the house if he just nodded... His eager look made Xining's heart move slightly.
He waved his hand and said, "Lucky grass is good, but if you eat too much, the effect will be just that. You don't have to worry about Yao'er's health. I will ask the doctor to use the best prescription to treat him."
After a pause, a hint of meaning flashed in Xining's eyes. He looked at Yuan Heng and said, "When his body is almost recovered, I will ask the doctor to focus on treating his amnesia."
"…" Yuan Heng's fingertips trembled slightly, and after a long pause, he replied in a hoarse voice: "Yeah."
The man seemed calm and composed, but he stood straight, his fingertips trembled and retracted, clenching tightly. Although he responded straightforwardly, Xining could see his struggle and worry with sharp eyes...
I care a lot about rumors.
Xining looked at her and said, "Yao'er likes you very much and she cannot live without you. As Yao'er's brother, I won't keep her in suspense and will speak directly."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Heng pursed his lips and said, "City Lord, please speak."
Xining said, "I know you are from the Danmu tribe, where you have a high status. Yao'er is my only blood brother, and I can't let him live in a faraway tribe. Let me ask you, if you two are together, are you willing to stay in my Ning'an City for Yao'er?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Heng replied, "I am from the Ancient Wing Clan. Although the Danmu Tribe is where I live, it is not actually my mother tribe. If you like this place and want to settle here, I will naturally accompany you."
Hearing this, Xining narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. He thought for a moment and then said, "Now that you have come to Ning'an City, you should know that life here is very different from that in the tribe. In the tribe or even when you are wandering outside, I am not worried about your ability to protect Yao'er as an ancient orc. But in Ning'an City, I ask you, can you guarantee that Yao'er can live comfortably?"
"Of course." Yuan Heng answered without hesitation.
Xining shook his head and said, "You are too confident in yourself."
"Life in Ning'an City is far from being enough just because you have strong hunting skills. You have just arrived in Ning'an City and you don't know this place very well. Don't rush to answer me this question. I pretended not to hear what you said just now. Go back and think about it carefully. Tell me when you have a specific idea."
Yuan Heng was silent.
Xining was silent for a moment before speaking again: "I think you can avoid the other things I'm worried about, but there is one thing I must ask clearly."
"?" Yuan Heng asked with a questioning look.
Xining put his hands behind his back, his lazy eyes which always seemed slightly closed, opened with a sharp light in them.
"It is rumored that the ancient Winged Tribe had low fertility... If my Yao'er were with you, could you guarantee that he would have the next generation?"
"!" Yuan Heng's body stiffened, his knuckles trembled, and he loosened his fist involuntarily.
Xining looked at it and narrowed his eyes: "So... can't?"
“… It’s not impossible.” Yuan Heng swallowed his saliva, and responded with difficulty and a bit of reluctance, and then he stopped talking as if he didn’t want to talk about this topic anymore.
His long eyelashes trembled, but finally they closed obediently. He silently faced Xining's gaze at him after he answered.