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Little Seven had never met Lord Yuan Bao before, but he had heard Zhan Beiye mention about this bad-tempered magic rodent, and now that he heard about the people in the streets talking about a ”Your Mother” couplet-completing rabbit, he immediately thought of Lord Yuan Bao.

Things became slightly easier after that since wherever Lord Yuan Bao was, Meng Fuyao would also be there. Since it had been taken in as the little master's pet, Meng Fuyao would be at the Regent King's manor.

After confirming this piece of news, he sighed for a long time…. After two months of wandering from Dahan to Xuanyuan, he was no longer an honored noble of the Han dynasty, a hero, the young and ferocious Captain Little Seven in the Black Wind Calvary, or the ”General Seven” that everyone patronized in the new dynasty. He was just a wanderer awaiting punishment, carrying a whip, walking across the earth's surface endlessly. For two months, he had been drenched in the rain, covered in snow, fallen ill, fallen off a cliff, stealing food and got bitten by a family's dog - that was when he was extremely tired, and in pain, and in the end he still got bitten. The first time he stole vegetables, he had been cursed by the owner and felt extremely sad for a long time, but after a while he got used to it, stuffing his robe with corn cobs and twisting the neck of the owner's dog when it came running out.

However, all of that wasn't the hardest to cope with.

The hardest to cope with was the loneliness, the bone-chilling loneliness of having been abandoned.

Spending nights alone out in the barren mountains and wilderness, a single shadow facing a pile of firewood that has been put out. Hearing the wolves howl at the moon, their cries reverberating across the valley, his heart would beat ferociously, and he too would have the urge to extend his neck towards the moon and howl, howl that the world was cold and cruel, howl so that he wouldn't feel the loneliness.

It was the same as many years ago.

He was a wolf child.

His parents had died since he was young and he was abandoned in the mountains by his uncle. A female wolf adopted him; he had thought that it was his mother and fed on her milk, hunted with it, had played fights with his wolf siblings, hunted for rabbits in the snow during winter, his bare feet leaving footprints faster than his wolf siblings. When the moon was bright and round, he would howl to his heart's content.

He did not know how many years he had lived this way, but he was discovered by a hunter and brought back. The old hunter taught him to eat rice and speak—initially, he only knew how to eat raw meat and bark.

After he had learned how to eat rice, speak human language and basic human behavior, the old hunter passed away, and his son threw him out once again—this wolf child was proud and ungrateful and behaved just like a wolf if he stayed he would jinx the family sooner or later!

He had heard this through a crack in the door and returned silently to the mountains to find his wolf family. However, the old female wolf had already been killed by hunters and the wolf siblings he had spent his younger days playing around with had grown into strong adult wolves, and they bared their claws at him, glaring at him with animosity, growling menacingly.

Hence, he understood, he couldn't go back anymore.

Regardless of humans or wolves, no place was his home.

He eventually became a wanderer, picked up by humans, and even the last sliver of freedom in the mountainous wild was taken from him.

He also met the cold and fearless wolf-like Black Wind Calvary.

He had a family, had a master who was the eternal king in the future. He worshipped him the same way he worshipped the leader of the pack. Besides, humans were but weaker wolves.

He was the valiant Little Seven, giving all his energy and effort to Zhan Beiye, all his passion, and courage to the Black Wind Calvary. His gaze was straight, like a wild beast which could only look ahead, never turning around to look at the scenery around him, but also never turning back.

Hence, he had committed such a grave and painful mistake to the point where he was unable to face it himself. The last few months, every time he washed his face, he would see Zhan Beiye's disappointed face. That expression was indescribable, and it only made him want to tear his heart out in guilt. He was terrified of facing this heart-wrenching foreign guilt, and since then, he stopped washing his face.

Those late nights, the intense loneliness, coupled with the howling of the wind, kept him awake. The hail would extinguish the fire he set for warmth in an instant, and he would awaken due to the cold, then climb to the highest mountain peak and stare wistfully in the direction of Dahan.

He wondered, 'What is His Majesty doing now? Ji Yu and the rest must have replaced me for night duty.'

This thought made him miss the Black Wind Calvary; he had never been apart for this long previously. The days were as long as a lifetime, and he had finally gotten a clear look at himself—a wolf that hated humans due to his background as a wolf child, a proud and self-important wolf that was always being protected by humans.

Under the patience and guidance of his master and counterparts, over the last sixteen years, he had learned to let go of his hatred, let go of the innate wildness of a wolf and learned to become a human, beginning from the most difficult part.

Little Seven pursed his lips and hoisted the tools he had bought for himself along with the ”you can touch everything but this” whip and followed the head housekeeper to the Regent King's manor.

He thought that entering the Regent King's manor would be the closest to reaching Meng Fuyao, yet what he did not know was that he had already missed an even better chance by accident.