34 A Little Bird (1/2)

As Madam Lin returned to the manor, there was a white dove that flew encircling the manor.

Ru An looked emotionlessly up into the sky.

”Did you have fun?” Madam Lin's voice came from behind the curtain. Startling the girl who was driving the carriage.

”They were somewhat lacking…”Ru An's voice trailed off. It was as if she had an expectation that wasn't met, leaving her hopelessly disappointed.

”Well, the people you had trained you and I were monstrous beyond imaginable, no need to feel so terrible.” Madam Lin chuckled lightly before she continued, ”Have you seen through their identities?” Of course, what was being referred to was the group that these people worked for.

”I find their martial arts to be imbued with seven parts shadow and three parts militaristic skills.” Ru An answered tactically.

”I see, it seems something will be brewing up really soon. We'll just observe.” Madam Lin said.

Ru An slowly urged the horses forward, and directly into the side gate of the manor. The gates slowly closing behind them.

Madam Lin returned to her room, while Ru An returned to her tasks, not forgetting to inform the people in the manor to refrain from buying fish from the outside markets.

She silently swept the dead leaves that were falling from the tree in the courtyard. In a peaceful and elegant motion, she soon looked at the dove that swiftly flew down towards the tower, landing on a bamboo rod that was stationed near the window.

The broom she was holding in her hand was placed against the tree as she ran to the tower to take a look.

As she ran upstairs to the tower, there was already someone up in the room tending to the pigeons.

”Mister Wen.” Ru An bowed in respect before entering the room.

Wen Jian nodded, before carefully untying the string on the bird's leg, and allowing the creature to fly back into its bamboo cage to rest.

He handed the bamboo tube off to Ru An and immediately went back to tending the wary birds. They welcomed the fresh water being put into their bowls and a few granules of wheat being poured into the bowl.

Wen Jian carefully stroked each bird as though thanking them for their long journey.