Having learned Lin Pingzhi's whereabouts, Lin Xuan prepared to set out for the abandoned manor thirty li outside Hangzhou to investigate.
In the main hall, Huang Rong was holding a bowl of lotus seed soup. Upon hearing that Lin Xuan was leaving, she set down the porcelain bowl, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth, and said, "Now that we have the swordsman's exact whereabouts, we must not delay. I'll go with you."
Although Huang Rong knew that Lin Xuan's martial arts were peerless and that capturing Lin Pingzhi would be effortless for him, as Lin Xuan's elder and "master's wife," she was used to overseeing the whole situation and naturally wanted to follow along and assess things for herself.
Yet Lin Xuan merely smiled and shook his head. Walking over to Huang Rong, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Master, why would a menial task like catching some petty thief require you to personally step in?"
Lin Xuan's tone was casual, but a hint of mischief gleamed in his eyes. "You and Lady Yin have not seen each other for over a decade. You ought to have a proper reunion. Lady Yin is feeling better today, so you should stay and keep her company, chat about the private matters of women's chambers. As for Lin Pingzhi, he is nothing more than a stray cur. Qingtong and I will be more than enough to handle him."
How could Huang Rong, with her keen intelligence, fail to understand?
One glance at the flickering look in Lin Xuan's eyes, then another at Huo Qingtong standing nearby with flushed cheeks, and how could she not know what this little rogue was plotting?
Catching a petty thief? Keeping Yin Susu company?
Clearly, the little rogue thought she would be