Xuanping Marquis always believed that a tiger father would not have a dog for a son; as a tiger, his son must also be a tiger!
That horse stood taller than a man, and sadly, when Little Xiao Hen rode a horse for the first time, he was jostled to the point of questioning his life, crying loudly!
It was Princess Xinyang who arrived just in time to rescue Little Xiao Hen from the horse, and since then, Little Xiao Hen never dared to ride again.
"When did you learn to ride a horse? Was it during those years you spent among the common people?" Xuanping Marquis asked.
This was the first time the father and son formally brought up those years, Xuanping Marquis had asked before, but Xiao Hen had never given him a response.
Tonight, he responded, "Mm, I learned with Eldest Brother."
Xuanping Marquis said, "Your elder brother..."
As he spoke, he paused.
Xiao Hen spoke in a low voice, "His name is Xiao Su."
Xuanping Marquis frowned, "Doesn’t he have the surname Cheng? Called... Cheng... Dog-Egg or something?"
"Dog-Egg is his nickname," Xiao Hen said, "Eldest Brother changed his surname."
It was Chen Yunniang who had changed it; after Cheng Su’s father died, the Cheng family came to take him away to be raised by his uncle’s family, as his uncle had no sons.
Chen Yunniang couldn’t bear it, and Cheng Su was unwilling to leave his mother, so the clan cut off relations with them.
As the horse continued along, Xuanping Marquis suddenly spoke, "About the things of the past... I’m sorry."
Xuanping Marquis was an ancestor with a thick skin, but that did not mean he could speak his mind about anything and everything.
There was a stubborn side to his character, but it wasn’t triggered by ordinary matters.
Xiao Hen didn’t ask him whether ’the things of the past’ referred to the year of his birth or the year Xiao Liulang ran into trouble.
Some window paper needed to be pierced, but some did not; it was better if both sides understood without spelling it out.
Xuanping Marquis said, "Hold on tight, I’m going to speed up, don’t fall off in a bit."
"I won’t—ah—"
Xiao Hen’s words were cut short mid-sentence as Xuanping Marquis suddenly squeezed the horse’s flanks, and the horse, understanding, sped off rapidly forward.
Xiao Hen was thrown backward suddenly, nearly tossed off, and he instinctively hugged Xuanping Marquis around the midsection.
In a place Xiao Hen couldn’t see, Xuanping Marquis lifted an eyebrow in a smile!
"Wait." His smile suddenly disappeared as he tugged the reins, and the horse cleverly came to a stop.
"What’s wrong?" Xiao Hen asked.
"Did you hear that?" Xuanping Marquis asked, frowning.
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