Yang Ruxin encountered Xiaohei in the middle of the night.
"Did someone shave you bald?" Yang Ruxin looked at Xiaohei's pitiful state and laughed unkindly.
Xiaohei rolled its eyes at her, it had met its match, alright? Then it turned around and brought in the black eagle it had bitten to death.
Yang Ruxin frowned, then went over to take a bamboo tube from the black eagle's claws, emptied a slip of paper from it, and laughed after taking a glance, raising her hand to rub Xiaohei's head: "You've done well."
Xiaohei rolled its eyes at Yang Ruxin again, no biggie.
Three days later, the Cui family's daughter was to be married, and the day before, they sent celebratory candies to the Du Family.
"The marriage was arranged long ago," the butler came in person, "The Suzhou Li family's young master was betrothed to our young lady while still in the womb. Last month, our young lady came of age, so naturally, the wedding must take place."
