??Chapter 1248: Chapter 1249: Giving Her Enough Trust
Chapter 1248: Chapter 1249: Giving Her Enough Trust
ng Xinian recalled the magical cups painted by Chiang Xiao.
Chiang Xiao had told him that the effect was due to it being a “dicinal painting,” with pignts mixed with dicinal herbs.
But what kind of dicinal herb could attract animals to co over willingly?
Even if the painting emitted a scent, how far could that scent spread?
At least he hadn’t slled anything here.
Even if a rabbit slled it, it wouldn’t just deliver itself to the doorstep for a bit of carrot scent, would it?
Regardless, it was all too magical.
He gazed deeply at Chiang Xiao, who sat there waiting for her prey.
She was so at ease, clearly certain that prey would co; she must have done this before.
Soon enough, he indeed saw several pheasants fly over, flapping excitedly toward the painting and pecking vigorously at the painted grains of rice.
The painting was already pecked through; logically, by now they should have realized those weren’t real grains of rice.
Yet those pheasants didn’t seem willing to let go and kept pecking.
Until Chiang Xiao repeated the trick and caught another two pheasants.
“We have pheasant at to eat!” Chiang Xiao joyfully lifted a pheasant, then quickly looked in his direction and shrank her neck.
It was as if she was reminding herself not to be too loud, lest he hear the noise.
ng Xinian had already quickly moved behind a tree by the ti she turned around.
In that instant, he couldn’t quite explain why he was avoiding Chiang Xiao.
It was just that his feelings were incredibly complex.
At that mont, he knew that this ti it wasn’t because his keen insight had caught another suspicious point about Chiang Xiao. This ti, he had personally witnessed sothing unbelievable.
He felt he suddenly understood why Chiang Xiao, despite having so many doubts exposed by him, had never thought to co clean with him.
Perhaps her secret was too great.
Too unbelievable.
So profound that she dared not speak of it, uncertain of how to explain.
And at this mont, he also began to doubt his earlier decision.
Whether it was right or wrong to have her confess her secrets to him when she turned eighteen.
Perhaps there was even more to Chiang Xiao’s secrets?
If that were the case, asking her to confess might really be too much for her.
How much trust would it take for her to speak these words?
He first needed to ask himself if he had given her enough trust.
Chiang Xiao had already packed up her prey and was humming a song as she walked this way.
ng Xinian moved swiftly and silently up the tree, watching her pass by.
He was hiding, and Chiang Xiao did not discover him.
In her basket, he saw no paper scraps.
And now that it was sumr, she was dressed lightly, seemingly without any place on her to hide that painting.
After she had passed, ng Xinian smoothly jumped down and walked towards the grassy area where she had placed the painting, only to find that the painting had disappeared.
By the ti he had hidden behind the tree, Chiang Xiao had already packed up the painting, and he genuinely didn’t see where she put it.
On that patch of grass, he found a few small scraps of paper pecked out by the pheasants.
The scraps still had grains of rice drawn on them.
ng Xinian took the scraps and brought them to his nose.
He slled the faint, grainy aroma typical of rice.
If he hadn’t seen clearly that it was paper, that it was painted, he might have believed he was holding a real grain of rice.
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