The status of the young tiger in the mansion is now only second to Lin Qingluo's.
No matter where it wanders in the courtyard, it receives high-grade attention, with chicken, duck, fish and meat readily available for it to feast on.
"It can play with you, but don't feed it such lavish meals anymore."
Lin Qingluo's brows flicker with amusement, "If it continues eating like this, it'll soon be as chubby as Leibao."
"Great, great, we're going to play with Hunao!"
With their sister's permission, the four little brothers rush out of the hall in high spirits, their cheerful laughter fading as they run off into the distance.
"What a bunch of little monkeys."
Duke of Zhen chuckles as the raucous noise finally subsides.
"Qingluo, Fourth Uncle has sent a letter."
Only now does Lin Xiaoyang have an appropriate chance to talk with his beloved daughter. Wiping away an old man's tears of sorrow, he takes out a family letter from his arms and hands it to her.