Chapter 595. White Tiger (1/2)

Su Ran felt the corner of his mouth involuntarily rise up. He looked at the little lass, who was laughing so hard that she had to hold her belly. His eyes had a gentle look in them as he said, “In that little head of yours, just what are you thinking about all day long? Did you read too many storybooks ah? Tell me, if Royal Prince Yang heard your earlier words, just what would he do?”

Xiaocao howled in laughter for a bit longer before she finally straightened up and weakly threatened Chunhua and Su Ran, “You two are not allowed to tell Zhu Junyang a word of what I said earlier. Otherwise, I’m not going to make food for you two tonight! Not only tonight, but also tomorrow…when we get back to the stud farm, you also won’t be able to eat any food that I make either. Are you going to remember this ah?”

After she finished, she even waved a tiny fist in their direction, which wasn’t the least bit threatening.

“Don’t worry, I’m not the type of person who likes to gossip. It enters my ears and doesn’t leave my mouth! I swear on my honor!” Su Ran readily promised her. As for Chunhua, if she dared to gossip, then Yu Xiaocao would send her back to Zhu Junyang! She gave her own maidservant another warning look.

Last time, Chunhua and Qiushi had almost been returned back to the hidden soldiers ranks by Zhu Junyang. If it weren’t for their young miss pleading for them, they would have been locked in the hidden soldiers’ torture room and might have lost their lives right then and there. The two of them were immensely grateful to Xiaocao. In addition, Wutong continuously reminded them about staying loyal to their mistress, so they had long changed their mindset and now only saw her as their master.

Chunhua knew if she dared to bring those words to Royal Prince Yang, the first one to suffer a calamity would be her. She could only have one master and be loyal to one person. That was the standard that every hidden soldier needed to follow. Therefore, Yu Xiaocao’s warning was truly superfluous!

“They’re back!” Su Ran slowly got to his feet. He, who was skilled at martial arts, could hear the sounds of numerous footsteps in the distance. No wonder it took them so long to come back. Apparently, they had been slowed down by some other people!

Yu Xiaocao threw the dry stick in her hands into the fire and also stood up. She arrived at the mouth of the cave and copied Sir Su’s pose, cocking her head to the side to listen carefully. Her five senses had been slowly altered by mystic-stone water ingestion, so she was already at the level of Chunhua and Qiushi. After listening for a bit, she revealed a puzzled expression, “Sir Su, did Zhu Junyang come back ah? How come I hear more than one person coming back? It sounds like a whole group of people instead!”

Su Ran glanced at her in a flabbergasted manner. If he wasn’t completely sure that the little lass hadn’t learned martial arts before, he would start to wonder if she wasn’t a hidden expert right now.

“Young Miss, there are truly a lot of people coming over this way! I don’t know what type of people these are. Do you want to go into the cave and hide out until we figure out their identities?” Chunhua cautiously stepped in front of her young miss as she quietly advised her.

Yu Xiaocao glanced at Su Ran and shook her head, “Don’t we have Sir Su here ah? Even that little monster, Zhu Junyang, isn’t Sir Su’s rival, so isn't it safer to stay by him?”

“Just who are you calling a little monster ah? How come this prince keeps hearing someone saying bad things behind my back?” Zhu Junyang’s low and melodious voice suddenly transmitted through the darkness.

Yu Xiaocao’s small face lit up in happy surprise and she hurriedly went forward, “Zhu Junyang you’re back ah! You were gone for so long that I was worried to death!”

“Why are you mentioning the word ‘death’? Quickly spit for good luck!” Zhu Junyang’s tall and broad figure split apart the dusky darkness of the night, as if all of the remaining light was shining on him alone. His whole body seemed to emit a magnetizing aura that made it hard for people to look away from him. On his shoulders was a giant white tiger.

This white tiger was so large that, if it were standing on its four legs, it would absolutely tower over an adult man’s height. However, when her man carried the tiger along on his shoulders, he acted as if it was as light as a feather. It didn’t impede his light and fast steps at all. In fact, the group of panicked and scared people behind him had to run to keep up with him.

“Wow! A white tiger! Zhu Junyang, you are too awesome. You actually managed to hunt a white tiger! Can you give its pelt to me, ah? I really want it!!” Yu Xiaocao’s excitement could be seen from head to toe. A white tiger was the product of a genetic mutation, so it absolutely was a rare find. Wow! Their luck was truly too good. Just as they were about to leave the mountains, they were able to come across and hunt such a surprising animal.

Zhu Junyang supported the tiger with one arm, making it seem weightless while his other hand was protecting his abdominal area. When he heard what she said, he slanted a look at her with his phoenix eyes and snorted, “What did you call this prince earlier?”

“Zhu Junyang…” Yu Xiaocao’s entire attention had been taken up by the white tiger this entire time. When she raised her eyes and saw that the expression on his face wasn’t quite good, she hurriedly corrected herself, “Ruizhi, Junjun, Yangyang, Jun Yangyang...as long as you give the tiger pelt to me, I’ll call you anything you want!”

Zhu Junyang’s heart skipped a beat and a suspicious smile crossed his lips, “Are you sure that you’ll call me anything?”

Yu Xiaocao saw the evil grin on his face and stared at him alertly, “Just what sort of wicked idea is going through your head now? Lord husband, beloved husband, husband...if you want me to call you things like that, dream on! Now tell me straight, are you going to give it to me or not?!”

She had accurately guessed what he was thinking, so he felt a bit at a loss. He thought for a bit and decided that they needed to set their engagement next year. That way, his label would be all over the little lass. In another two years, the little lass would finally be married to him. Then, wouldn’t these ways of calling him become the norm?