Fang Yun laughed. Nunu was growing closer and closer to him now.
"Nunu, why did you jump onto my carriage that day instead of someone else's? There were several carriages behind mine," Fang Yun asked.
Nunu stretched out a little paw and pointed at a copy of the Book of Rites on the shelf.
Fang Yun glanced at it and said, "Right, I was reading the Book of Rites in the carriage then. You heard me reading and thought I was a good person, so you leaped aboard?"
Nunu nodded once, smiling at Fang Yun with narrowed eyes.
"Looks like we were fated to meet." Fang Yun reached out and lightly scratched Nunu beneath the neck.
Nunu immediately closed her eyes and enjoyed it in comfort.
After lunch, the Fang Residence's steward arrived with seven men. He said they had all been personally selected by Madam Fang, were all Dayuan Prefecture natives with clean backgrounds, and asked Fang Yun to choose two as his attendants.
The seven stood in the courtyard with solemn expressions and straight backs. Each pair of eyes seemed to conceal a blade, and Yang Yuhuan did not even dare approach them.
Fang Yun walked back and forth before the seven men twice. Some had only one arm left, some were blind in one eye, while others bore no obvious wounds. They appeared to be Licentiate soldiers who had been forced to leave the army after being injured.
Licentiates were far stronger than ordinary people to begin with. Once they trained in martial arts, they quickly became experts. In a close-range ambush, they might even kill a Provincial Graduate, but Metropolitan Graduates were another matter. A Lip Spear and Tongue Sword could kill them in an instant.
Fang Yun said, "Since you were chosen by my aunt,