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At this point in the story, Duan Xiaoyan looked up and gazed at the empty grassland ahead, "Hey, where did Zhizi run off to again?"
After a trip up the mountain, Zhizi returned excessively excited. Having been pampered with good food and drink at the Palace Front Office for too long, he lacked any interest in hunting. Cavorting about all day chasing butterflies and smelling wildflowers, he failed to catch even a single mouse, prompting Duan Xiaoyan to rack his brains for excuses to cover for him: "Zhizi is getting on in years and he's had children. Giving birth ages people, it's very common!"
Xiao Zhufeng coldly retorted with a sneer, "Overindulgent mothers often raise spoiled children."
As they spoke, far off, a black dog suddenly emerged from behind the forest and dashed towards the three men lagging behind the cavalry, its mouth clenched around a bundle of something.
