2388 Lady Qiaoqiao's Portrait
Rong Qing eyed the little ermine in Duan Yue's arms curiously. "This ermine really can sniff out and distinguish poison?"
Duan Yue nodded. "Of course that is true."
Rong Qing reached out to pet the little ermine's head. "Can I touch…"
"Awooh!" The little fellow turned around and barked at him.
Touch my *ss, you're treating this lady like a kitten?
Rong Qing was dazed…
This was an ermine?
You sure it wasn't a wolf pup?
Duan Yue chuckled and ruffled her little head while holding her. He mussed her fur so much that Qiao Mu got angry and scratched the back of his hand.
"Hiss." Duan Yue pulled his hand back and looked at the two fresh marks on the back of his hand. He exclaimed in a huff, "You truly are merciless. You keep scratching me. One day, I'll be chopping your paws off!"
"Vassal Prince Rong, we will be heading back first." Duan Yue waved at him and then turned to walk back to his yurt while holding the little fellow.
Rong Qing stood there watching Duan Yue go. He couldn't help but be curious.
This fourth prince that the emperor brought back from the Lower Star Domain seemed… to be quite quirky!
There was definitely another mastermind behind Beauty Wang, but she probably did not expect to have lost her life in today's clash.
Demotion to a commoner…
Rong Qing curled his lips. Fifty flogs with a stick would already take away half her life. Could she still live after getting thrown out of the palace penniless?
After returning to his yurt, Duan Yue set the little ermine on a seat cushion. He prepared to bathe and then come back to sleep.
Luckily, his bathing room was set up in the yurt next door. This prevented his own yurt from getting misty and also saved Qiao Mu from embarrassment.
It was extremely frigid here, so the extra moisture in the air would turn people into popsicles in the middle of the night.
By the time Duan Yue returned to the yurt, the sky had already turned dark.
He noticed a certain small animal lying on his blanket at a glance. It looked like she had already fallen asleep.
His eyes flickered, and he also found it amusing.
Duan Yue walked over and picked up the little fellow, wrapping her inside the blanket. He petted her small head.
Since she had fallen asleep, she was naturally lying there obediently, allowing him to pet her head as he wished.
If she was awake, she would probably scratch him again.
When she opened her eyes, Qiao Mu saw a lamp still lighting up the yurt.
That dunce was sitting on a seat cushion with his back to her. From the looks of it, he planned to meditate for the night as rest.
The little fellow furtively moved her small body. Just as she was about to crawl over, his body moved slightly.
She hastily lay down and pretended to still be asleep.
After completing twelve breathing cycles, Duan Yue felt rather spirited. He stood up and walked over to the table, pouring water to drink.
Qiao Mu reckoned that he was going to sleep now, so she lay there unmovingly, yet who knew that the dunce didn't make a sound for a long time.
The little fellow couldn't resist peeking at the man sitting at the table out of the corner of her eyes.
What was that guy doing?
Qiao Mu muttered to herself. She stealthily got up and hopped off the divan. She shuffled over to his feet, yet he had propped up his head and was in a daze.
So he was just sitting here lost in thought in the middle of the night!
Qiao Mu could not help but find it funny.
When she glanced downward with her small black eyes, she couldn't help but be shocked.
A portrait was lying flat on the table. The background was a vast expanse of misty, jade green rolling waters. The color of the water extended to the vast sky.
