âLin Yilin!â
Noble Lord clenched his teeth, âShe wants me to die. I will never let her go.â
Lin Qingluoâs gaze turned icy cold, âShe hurt Yixuan, and left him on the brink of death. This is a score that I will settle with her.â
âReporting to the Noble Lord, the assassin is dead.â
The Shadow Guard returned quickly. In less than the time it takes to brew a pot of tea, he brought back the news of the imposter princessâs death by poisoning.
Noble Lord felt a cold chill creep over his body, âLin Yilin, her heart is so vicious. Despite the assassinâs devotion, she couldnât escape death.â
âThey have always been ready to die.â
Despite being prepared, Lin Qingluo couldnât help but be angered, âThey apologize for failing their mission by offering their lives.â
âDetestable.â
Noble Lord was so angry he gritted his teeth, âI wonât rest until we uncover her foxâs tail.â
âEvery fox will show its tail eventually.â
Lin Qingluo scoffed coldly, âShe wonât be able to run.â
âMiss Lin, it seems we are once again in an alliance.â
Noble Lord suddenly laughed softly, his brows raised in a captivating manner.
âI just want to pursue justice for Yixuan. The fight for the throne has nothing to do with me.â
Lin Qingluo averted her gaze and did not engage with him.
âAt least, our goals are aligned. Thatâs enough.â
Noble Lord was unconcerned by her coldness as he gracefully turned to leave, âI hope we can continue to cooperate as pleasantly as before.â
*
âBaoya, come down!â
Lin Qingluo waited until he left, then suddenly looked up with a sharp gaze, directly at a towering ancient tree not far away.
âHowl.â
Baoya pokes his small head out from the dense branches, hesitating and not daring to come down.
Lin Qingluo squinted her eyes dangerously, âDo you want me to pull you down personally?â
âNo, no, Baoya will come down right away.â
Baoyaâs little body shivered, and he nimbly jumped down from the tree. His soft and tender voice could be clearly heard.
âXuanâer misses Sister and refuses to take the soothing pills. Baoya tried to persuade him, but he wouldnât listen. Baoya is helpless.â
Lin Qingluo glared at him irritably, âWhen did he start not taking the soothing pills?â
âSince Master left Mystic Canyon to go to the border to repel enemiesâ¦â
Baoya cast his eyes down, wondering how to please his master and get through this situation.
âHalf a year has passed, and you havenât said a thing.â
Lin Qingluo was upset and was momentarily tempted to stew Baoya in a red-braised soup.
âMaster, Baoya knows he was wrong and will never dare to do it againâ
Baoya could sense his masterâs anger. His little body was shivering, and he didnât dare to argue back, he could only beg for mercy.
Lin Qingluoâs gaze darkened, âFrom now on, report all matters about Yixuan immediately, no matters are to be kept hidden.â
âYes, Baoya understands.â
Baoya breathed a sigh of relief and calmed his fluttery little heart.@@novelbin@@
The master did not blame it and spared its life.
**
The following day, Duke of Zhen got up very early, dressed in his imposing military uniform, and headed to the Imperial Palace for morning court.
All the civil and military officials were so stunned their eyes almost fell out.
Someone who hadnât attended court for more than a decade due to illness was now appearing in the court hall.
Had the sun risen from the west today?
All the officials were standing in front of the entrance of the Mental Cultivation Hall, stretching their necks looking west, waiting for this extraordinary occurrence.
âOld Duke, what wind brought you here today?â
The Lord of the Manison of the Grand Marquis, the biological father of He Yao, who relied on their close relationship, approached with a smile on his face.