Nunu lay sprawled across Yang Yuhuan's knees, gently licking her paws with her tiny pink tongue.
As Yang Yuhuan stroked Nunu's little head, she said to Su Xiaoxiao, "By the time we arrive, Xiaoyun's Heaven-sacrificing ceremony will probably be over."
"Yes, the sacrifice to Heaven will be over quickly. It is rather cold here. I grew accustomed to living in Kong City, so I am not quite used to it." Su Xiaoxiao looked out the window, a faint worry flowing from her eyes.
"If you wish to return to Kong City, I can have Xiaoyun hire a ship to take you back," Yang Yuhuan said.
Su Xiaoxiao gently shook her head and gave Yang Yuhuan a sweet smile. "This servant has not a single relative in Kong City and grew weary of life there long ago. Ning'an may be cold, but being with Sister makes it warm."
"That mouth of yours could talk the dead back to life." Yang Yuhuan smiled. "Fortunately, I have you. Hongzhuang cannot come here, and only you can keep me company and ease my boredom."
Su Xiaoxiao pressed her lips together in a smile. "Before, I merely eased your boredom. Now I am the one feeling stifled. Who could have imagined that your skill with the qin and se had advanced so swiftly? This servant began learning the zither seven or eight years before you, yet now I can only barely harmonize with you. Perhaps in a few years, you will be able to make qin and se sing in harmony with Young Master Fang and help him slay enemies on the battlefield."
"How could it be so simple?" Yang Yuhuan said. "Having reached the Second Realm, I can only increase the power of his battle songs by ten percent. At the Third Realm, only