The moment the Gyrfalcon landed, Chu Qingmeng gritted her teeth, keeping her body steady without swaying. With the falcon resting on her right arm, she slowly sat down on the steps, propped up one leg, and rested her arm upon it. She looked as though she were casually teasing the Gyrfalcon, but her gaze swept casually toward the ferocious tiger.
Everyone present was stunned by this turn of events, frozen in place and daring not make a move. Only Mu Lingxue shrugged to hold back a laugh. Others might not know Chu Qingmeng, but she understood her well. When they left home today, the girl had been listless and completely drained of energy; sitting on the steps was not for the sake of looking cool—she genuinely had no strength left!
At last, in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the fierce tiger gave up the fight. It crawled over to Chu Qingmeng's feet, rubbed its massive head against her leg, and rolled onto its back to beg for a belly rub. Chu Qingmeng gave a faint smile and reached out to stroke it, signaling to the crowd that everything was fine and they could resume their seats in peace. Hui Wenzhong remained motionless throughout, watching the expressions of the various princes present, though regrettably, not a single one betrayed the slightest flaw.
Chapter 162