Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 393 His Weakness - Setting Village Rules (1)_1

Chapter 393: Chapter 393 His Weakness - Setting Village Rules (1)_1

After a fierce battle, Xiao Ruiyuan returned to his main tent, completely exhausted. He hadn’t closed his eyes in two days and nights.

Upon lifting the tent flap, Xiao Ruiyuan, paying no mind to removing his heavy and cold armor, headed straight for the bed in the corner. Squatting dead center in the bedding, there was a flat-haired creature, fast asleep and unmoving. Who else could it be but Maomao, the creature known for delivering messages over thousands of miles?

But what was that thing tied to its back?

Stirred by curiosity, Xiao Ruiyuan quickly approached, and with a mix of urgency and extreme care, untied the small cloth bundle from Maomao’s back.

This action naturally woke the slumbering Maomao. It lazily lifted its head, and upon seeing the small cloth bundle in its owner’s hand, it instantly woke up. Hopping around the bed as if to take credit, it made excited noises.

At this moment, Xiao Ruiyuan’s entire focus was on the small cloth bundle, utterly indifferent to the creature’s clamor!

The bundle was tied rather tightly, and Xiao Ruiyuan had to exert some effort to loosen it. Inside, he found two things that looked like palm-sized bizarrely-shaped items. He curiously picked them up and turned them over several times. After a moment of thought, he slid his hands into the gloves.

His palm and fingers were wrapped by the fur, snug but not tight, which felt unusual to Xiao Ruiyuan, but the softness and warmth sparked a moment of covetousness in him. He made a fist, finding it didn’t hinder his movement, and he confirmed that it was indeed meant for warming his hands.

He slipped the other glove on, finding it to fit perfectly. Glancing at the fine stitches on the gloves, the corners of his tightly pursed lips curled slightly, his usually stern face seeming to soften with a tender glow, his gaze unbelievably gentle.

Could this mean that Yanyan held him in her heart?

Once this thought took hold, it was unstoppable, and his heart throbbed wildly in response. Absentmindedly caressing the soft leather gloves, Xiao Ruiyuan seemed as if his tenderness could spill out from his eyes.

"Chirp—chirp—"

Sensing its owner’s good mood, Maomao, ceaselessly seeking attention, forgot itself and clambered onto its owner’s shoulder, proudly chirping twice: Master, wasn’t I brilliant? Come commend me already!

Xiao Ruiyuan glanced at it expressionlessly, carefully removed the gloves, and meticulously placed them back in the cloth bundle. Then, with one swift move, he caught Mao Tuan in his hand, opened the message cylinder on its leg, and took out the letter. He casually tossed it to the ground as if the previous tenderness had been nothing but an illusion!

Maomao, still in a fright, got up from the ground and hesitantly stood at attention, not daring to act out again. It had inadvertently "offended" its master, and being tossed on the ground was already quite lenient!

Taking the letter to the desk, Xiao Ruiyuan sat down and unfolded it. It took a moment for him to read each word carefully across the two pages. It was only then that he felt most at ease.

Recognizing the concern hidden between the lines, Xiao Ruiyuan’s features lightened with a flicker of elation, but the worry that was evident made his heart ache.

He refrained from mentioning the conditions at the frontier in his letters because every war was filled with death and bloodshed, which was hard for those who had not experienced it to comprehend. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to share these details with her, fearful she would fall back into past nightmares.

He read the letter over and over, until he could recite it silently. Xiao Ruiyuan then took out a fire match stick, lit one corner of the two pages, and watched as the flames slowly devoured them, a sharp light flickering in his eyes.

Although he was the commander of an army of 100,000, appointed by the Emperor himself, some of his generals were men put forward by the Princes, seeking to contend for the Crown Prince’s throne. Now, with the battle’s outcome uncertain and the lost cities not yet recaptured, those men could still restrain themselves, not daring to make any major moves. But once the lost land was retaken, and the Bai people were driven back to Mo Bei, these men would undoubtedly join forces and turn their guns against him.