Chapter 62 (2/2)

“Hmmmm?” Situ laughed lightly. “Now I finally know how you think of me.”

“No, no. You’ve misunderstood me. I’m still young, and I need experts like you to show me the way!”

“You? Still young?” Situ rubbed his chin and looked her over. “You, who dare to splash wine on the 7th Prince’s face in public, who dare to investigate a murder on your own, and who dare to open your own liquor store – still young?”

“Hey! I’m still young age-wise, alright?” Feng Luodi pouted.

“You’re 17 this year already – old enough to marry.” Situ pushed the topic, ignoring Feng Luodi’s expression.

Feng Luodi glared at him. “You are twenty six, and should have married a long time ago!” She regretted her words immediately. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it! You should stand by your own decision.” Feng Luodi clamped her hand over her mouth and turned away from Situ, fleeing towards the stables.

I hope I didn’t rub a sore spot for him. Feng Luodi wanted to smack herself. I can still remember his glare that day outside the yamen. I never want to see it again. However, what she’d avoided seeing wasn’t his glare, but a gentle smile.

When Situ reached the stables, Feng Luodi was enthusiastically looking at the horses, choosing one for herself. She stayed a few feet away from the horses, not daring enough to go near.  She turned to Situ helplessly. “Why do I feel that they’re all glaring at me?”

“Why do you say that? They are all so innocent!” Situ laughed and leaned against a pillar, folding his arms across his chest.

Feng Luodi continued to circle around the horses, their eyes tracking her every movement. White steam billowed out of their noses as they snorted. Are they going to get mad at me? Finally, Situ could not take it anymore and headed to a nearby stall, leading out a black stallion.

“Take this horse. He wouldn’t harm you.”

“Hey Blacky!” Feng Luodi walked over excitedly. “There you are! I was just wondering why I hadn’t found you in the stable after so long!”

So she was thinking of riding my horse all the way! Situ rolled his eyes inwardly. Wait a minute. “What did you call him? Blacky?”

“Yeah!” Feng Luodi looked at him earnestly. “What do you call him, then?”

Situ shook his head. “I didn’t name him.”

“Then Blacky it is!” Feng Luodi nodded excitedly, slapping the stallion’s back, grinning widely. Situ rubbed his forehead. That doesn’t mean agreement! Where did all of her poetic sense go when it comes to naming horses?

“Hey, don’t look so upset. I was joking!” Feng Luodi waved at him. “Let’s call him Whirlwind! Black Whirlwind…such a cool name!”

Situ heaved a sigh of relief. “Now that’s a name I’ll take.” He led Whirlwind out of the stables, and Feng Luodi followed quickly.

“If it’s Whirlwind I’m riding, I’m sure I won’t fall! I wouldn’t even need you to teach me then! I’m sure Whirlwind is a good boy.” Feng Luodi laughed.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll retract your statement when he throws a tantrum next time.” Situ smiled.

Whirlwind snorted, and glanced at Situ.

“Hah! Whirlwind just glared at you, didn’t he! I’m definitely right! You were glared at by a horse as well!”

“It wasn’t a glare.” Situ rolled his eyes.

“It was! He glared at you!” Feng Luodi emphasized.

Whirlwind rolled his eyes inwardly. Humans are so silly!