"Hmm."
Lin Qingluo nodded, a chilling glint flashing in her eyes.
Little Yijing longed for a family reunion and the love of his parents.
No matter who stood in his way, she wouldn't let his heart be hurt.
Even if the Everlasting Palace were a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a place fraught with danger, she had to brave it.
She wouldn't stop until she had rescued Little Yijing's mother.
"Master."
Little Kingfisher was unusually excited, eager for some fun: "When do we head to the Everlasting Palace?"
"It's up to Second Brother."
Lin Qingluo glanced at Lin Jinxu, noticing his stern expression and silent brooding, her heart sank.
"Jinming."
Lin Jinxu was deep in contemplation for a long while before he finally made up his mind: "Second Brother knows you all care about him. But right now, Second Brother... isn't worthy of Yijing's mother..."
"Second Brother."