Ji Feihua said, "Wanyan Liexin is no ordinary man, either. A frail scholar without the strength to truss a chicken, yet he managed to become Black Hu's Northern Courtyard King. His intellect is extraordinary. Your scheme certainly won't escape his eyes."
Hu Xiaotian laughed. "So what? When a scholar meets a soldier, even sound reasoning gets him nowhere. If he plays a game of wits with me, I'll play a game of force with him. If he tries to reason with me, I'll be utterly unreasonable!"
Ji Feihua could not help laughing. He shook his head and said, "When a scholar meets a soldier, even sound reasoning gets him nowhere. Wanyan Liexin must have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck to run into a rogue like you."
Hu Xiaotian said, "I'm only like that with my enemies. I'd never treat you that way."
Ji Feihua's face grew warm. He naturally understood what Hu Xiaotian was trying to say and murmured, "I should go. To be safe, I'd better keep watch over her myself."
Hu Xiaotian nodded. Although he had a bellyful of things he wanted to say to Ji Feihua, he still hesitated. He had never been so timid before a woman.
After Ji Feihua left, Hu Xiaotian went to the courtyard where Baobao was recovering. Hong Beimo had indeed kept his promise and had someone bring her over. Hu Xiaotian entered Baobao's room and saw that she was already awake, though she lay motionless in bed. Her neck had been injured, and although the reconstructive surgery Hu Xiaotian had performed was a success, she still needed time to recover.
At the sight of Hu Xiaotian, Baobao blinked her beautiful, limpid eyes, and they grew moist.
Hu Xiaotian sat beside her and reached out to stroke her lovely face gently.