âQuickly go and come back, Iâll be waiting for your good news.â
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly, patting the giant eagleâs wing.
âChirp.â
The giant eagle let out a cry, flapping its wings and flying up into the sky. It circled twice above the camp before flying away swiftly.
*
âLook, thatâs the giant eagle raised by the Lucky Little Fairy!â
âItâs flying so high!â
âThereâs someone sitting on it.â
âIâm so envious. I wish I could also ride a giant eagle and fly in the sky, experiencing the feeling of riding the clouds and mist.â
âYou, donât even think about it in this lifetime.â
ââ¦â
The giant eagleâs massive figure was exceptionally eye-catching. Every time it appeared in the camp, it attracted countless gazes.
The story of Lin Qingluo riding a giant eagle on the battlefield and killing two Beiming princes was repeatedly discussed, becoming a popular topic among the onlookers.
Over time, the soldiers and civilians in the camp began to call her the Lucky Little Fairy.
Eventually, the title of Lucky Little Fairy deeply ingrained itself in peopleâs hearts as it spread further and wider, associated with the Duke of Zhenâs Eldest Miss who brought hope and Spirit seeds to Beidi.
**
Grateful for Ninth Lady Linâs deep affection and companionship with Ninth Uncle Lin, who suffered hardships at the border.
One night, after dinner, Lin Qingluo invited Ninth Lady Lin to her stone house using Hunao as an excuse.
Ninth Lady Lin happily went to see Hunao. As soon as she entered the room, her eyes were glued to Hunao, wishing she could hold it in her arms and not let go.
Hunao was now two months old and had become very clever after consuming the Spirit Pill.
Seeing Ninth Lady Lin, it didnât hide and played on the kang bed by itself while occasionally letting out a few meows in its tender little voice, rolling around to attract its little masterâs attention.
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Ninth Lady Lin felt increasingly attached to the cute and silly little tiger cub as she secretly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch its fur.
âHunao is very well-behaved and doesnât bite.â
Lin Qingluo grabbed Hunaoâs neck, lifting it from the bed and placing it on Ninth Lady Linâs lap with a smile.
âCackle.â
Hunaoâs eyes rolled as it glanced at its gleaming-eyed master and the pleasantly surprised Ninth Lady Lin. It stretched lazily before choosing to lie down on her lap.
âNinth Aunt, see? It likes you too.â
Lin Qingluo smiled, pointing at the sneaky little tiger cub with her soft, fair finger.
âOh my, itâs such a small and fluffy ball! Iâm afraid to hold it. What if I drop it?â
At this moment, in Ninth Lady Linâs eyes, Hunao resembled a recently born, adorable and clumsy little kitten.
She gently stroked its soft body, overflowing with maternal love.
âYou can hold it.â
Lin Qingluo grinned, her eyes narrowing into slits: âHunaoâs body is strong. It wonât get hurt if it falls.â
âCackle.â
Hunao understood and shuddered a little, staring at its master reproachfully.
It was still young, an innocent little baby that shouldnât be treated so roughly.
âHunao, can Ninth Aunt hold you for a bit? Just for a little while, be a good boy.â
Ninth Lady Lin was eager to try, cautiously extending her hand and holding Hunaoâs fluffy body tremblingly.
âCackle.â
She held it a bit too tight, afraid that Hunao would fall.
Hunao felt uncomfortable and wriggled vigorously, expressing its protest.
âNinth Aunt, you donât need to hold it too tight.â
Lin Qingluo smiled: âJust loosen your grip, it will fall on the bed and wonât feel pain.â
âCackle.â
Hunao understood and gave its little master a wronged look, ceasing its struggle.