Operation Red Book

"He... can be considered the Grim Reaper, the Chinese Grim Reaper, and he's an international exchange student."

Ivy pointed her chin at the man in white robe on the horse and said proudly.

"He's handsome, isn't he? The lady will definitely like him! He used to be a general, and he can ride a horse."

Dorian's face suddenly turned bitter. He glanced at the mysterious oriental man, who happened to make eye contact with him.

There was no emotion in the latter's eyes. Although he looked young, his expression was as peaceful as a centenarian.

"Hello, young master. My surname is Sun and my courtesy name is Bofu."

Bofu dismounted skillfully, bowed to Dorian and performed a respectful salute, of course, in Chinese.

"Hello, Mr. Son." Dorian also nodded slightly and returned the greeting to Bofu in a gentlemanly manner.

Ivy scratched her head awkwardly, while Bofu raised his chin and didn't look at anyone else again.

After completing the salute, he brushed the dust off his robe, kicked the air with his left foot, and used the force to quickly turn over and ride on the horse's back. The whole set of movements was neat and quick, without any delay.

"Why did you bring Death here? What do you mean, do you want our mother to ride a horse?" Dorian continued to question Ivy.

"I know no one but Sherlock Holmes who can ride. Mrs. Hudson says he broke his ribs riding last year."

Ivy opened her innocent eyes, twisted her hair in front of her chest, and her tone was a little sticky.

"You mentioned in your letter to me that Madam loves equestrianism, remember? It was written in Madam's collection of hobbies. I also remember that the source of this information was Claire, the head maid."

"Oh, oh! That's ridiculous! I only remember that I spent half a page describing my wife's love for opera and ballet, out of a full five pages of letter paper!"

"Is it bad to ride a horse?"

"Why don't you see how old she is!"

“Queen Elizabeth II is still riding horses at the age of over 90!”

"What Queen Elizabeth II? What if something happens to mother?"

"Why are you yelling at me? You mama's boy!" Ivy was a little anxious.

"Madam won't go near this horse that smells of manure, and that David from the East..." Dorian was not to be outdone.

"Oh! My dear, who is this handsome knight from the East?"

Mrs. Emerson walked out of the mansion at some point. She was wearing a clean and upright hunting riding suit, and her skirt hanging to the ground showed her elegance.

Her long yellow hair was tied up high and hidden in a black bowler hat.

The eyes beneath the tall hat were full of spring water, and it was obvious that all his attention was attracted by the handsome and upright Bo Fu.

"Mother...Mother? Oh! This is Mr. Son. Yes, he is the knight who was exchanged to China." Dorian was a little incoherent.

"I heard it's your birthday, so I specially gave you a fine horse."

"This is Dorothy's horse. It's not for you."

Ivy whispered with her head down, piercing Dorian mercilessly.

"It's a birthday present from Dorothy and Mr. Son for Madam. Yes, that's right, right!"

Dorian still had a bright and charming smile on his face, but he didn't know that his back teeth were about to break. The words he squeezed out from between his teeth sounded more threatening and gloomy.

His eyes were full of intimidation, like a cold arrow shot at the shivering freckled girl.

"Hahaha! This is such a surprise!" The lady covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, "How did you know that I really wanted to go horseback hunting these past few months?"

Dorian was immediately deflated. He frowned and looked surprised: "What? But Claire said you haven't ridden a horse for a long time. Your body..."

"I can't care less about that. Oh! Honey, smelling the male hormones of this horse reminds me of the time before I got married... so beautiful, so carefree."

Mrs. Emerson excitedly put on deerskin gloves, stepped onto the saddle nimbly, and with the help of Bofu, sat sideways in his arms.

"Look, Clare! I'm blushing with excitement!"

The lady's face was as red as she had said, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

Of course, a few hours ago, my lady had planned to read a novel and play bridge this morning.

When she saw the horses approaching from afar, she felt a little sorry for Dorian.

The child must have put a lot of thought into it, learning about his long-standing hobby from the servants and then specially preparing the horseback riding activity.

But she also knew that her body was no longer as good as it used to be, and those glorious experiences had long been faded by time.

Until she saw the white knight on horseback... Then again, her bastard husband had been dead for so long, she really should regain her youth.

Soon, the lady coughed lightly a few times, she puffed out her chest, straightened her back, and a blush flushed on her cheeks. She looked like a female knight with high morale.

"Let's go, my lovely handsome boy... Ahem, Mr. Son? What a strange name... McMillan Manor is very big, please take me and run around!"

The horse kicked the soil with its hind hooves, roared towards the distant hills, and then galloped away like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The crisp sound of horse hooves lingered in the manor, mixed in with the lady's hearty laughter.

Ai Wei looked at the two men riding away and nodded with satisfaction: "The beauty trap still works. It seems that the debt owed to Mr. Zhu will be repaid soon."

She turned the emerald bracelet on her wrist. The color of the emerald was as deep as a pond, almost the same color as Count White's eyes.

"I hope nothing unexpected happens..."

Dorian sighed and stared at the dot in the distance with a nervous look on his face.