A hint of contemplation flashed across his eyes, and his face revealed the same thoughtful expression as in the tavern.
After a while, Xie Xingyun destroyed the letter and swept his gaze at the little peregrine falcon.
The latter flapped its wings cooperatively and stood firmly on his shoulder.
…
A few days later, at the Northern Garrison Marquis Manor.
Eldest Princess Jing An walked in from the main entrance in a luxurious palace dress. There were two maidservants with their heads lowered beside her. Both of them were holding a few portraits.
When the patrolling guards saw her, they all said respectfully, "Greetings, Your Highness."
"Where's Yun'er?"
"Young Master is at the Supporting Wind Water Pavilion."
Eldest Princess Jing An was about to leave, but she stopped in her tracks. "Has Yun'er been out recently?"