As Lin Qingluo had expected, the West Xijin Prince, having learned the truth, was furious and rushed to the Imperial Palace overnight, discussing the matter with Lin Jinyun in the Morning Sun Hall.
Lin Jinyun's handsome face darkened, his eyes flashing with a chilling murderous intent.
Little Kingfisher eavesdropped from the roof, conveying the conversation to its master: "The Prince of Xijin has proposed a joint effort with Fengqi to defeat Xichu by attacking from both sides."
"Did Fourth Brother agree?"
As Lin Qingluo had expected earlier, she wasn't surprised at all.
"He's still hesitating, with no clear answer."
Little Kingfisher secretly guessed, "Perhaps he's worried, not daring to make a move without his sister's support."
"I have no objections."
Lin Qingluo understood in her heart: "As long as Fourth Brother agrees, I, as his younger sister, will give him my full support."
"It's love that fuels one's rage."
