"What is its name?"
"Ping An."
His ink-black hair fell over the front of his blue-green robe. His face was pale with illness, and one arm cradled the black cat while his other hand occasionally stroked its back. His touch was gentle and practiced. The cat lay on his lap, narrowing its eyes contentedly and purring in comfort. Yet his gaze was fixed directly on Qin Mu. Though he looked like a beautiful invalid, there was an aura about him that seemed to see right through people.
Qin Mu smiled, lowered her eyes, and bowed, her movements natural. "Ping An. What a lovely name. This servant also wishes the Marquis peace and happiness from now on."
Theme: Revenge through cooperation, with benefits for both sides.
