"You."
Lin Qingluo's heart was shocked, unable to believe: "You can already see things that far in the future?"
"Not much longer."
Lin Yixuan looked deeply at his sister, his eyes flashing with an unusual brightness: "The people of Fengqi yearn for a true wise ruler, and they will all come to support you. Sister, once you return to Capital City, you can ascend to the throne."
"This? Is it a prophecy?"
Lin Qingluo suddenly came to her senses, her heartstrings violently constricting, causing a faint pain.
"Yes, it is."
Lin Yixuan's eyes flashed, fearing that his sister would not believe him, he nodded very solemnly.
"You dare to admit it!"
Lin Qingluo bristled and suddenly reached out, pinching his cheeks and pulling them apart.
"Sister has worked hard to refine the Longevity Pill for you, to protect your life, but you just keep talking about prophecy. You don't care about yourself at all. You want to make your sister mad."