Chapter 389: Stealth Art of the Night Cat (3)
—Creeeak.
I pushed the door open and peeked my head out toward the pavilion. It wasn’t raining, yet the place was oddly quiet.
Usually, on a bright day like this, the bees should’ve been busily coming and going, gathering nectar.
But there wasn’t a single one buzzing in or out. All I could hear was the soft fluttering of the Golden-Furred Wasp Kings’ wings through the open window.
Were they all just quietly resting?
No—that wasn’t it. They were clearly watching the Queen’s mood.
“Is this what Father-in-law meant? Ugh... how did things get so tangled? I told you, they’re companions, not pets.”
Sighing inwardly, thinking how they really felt like a wife more than anything, I stepped into the inner garden where the pond lay.
Then I quickly began walking toward the main pavilion.
—Step. Step.
Because I had to meet Ranghu.
Father-in-law had written a letter recently, and apparently didn’t mention Ranghu at all, which—he said—had left Ranghu deeply sulking.