"Jinyu has sneaked away, and Qingluo has returned."
Ye Xue'e's heart was heavy with worry, and she couldn't help but shed tears, "Their brother and sister have such a tragic fate, born from my womb, they will suffer from the constraints of royal power all their lives."
"Don't cry, don't let Qingluo hear."
Lin Jinyang covered his chest and coughed a few times, looking very weary, "She is still young, and there are some things that she should not know yet. Let her be happy for a few more years."
"Father, Mother, what should Qingluo not know?"
Lin Qingluo lifted the curtain and peeked her little head through with a grin that revealed her teeth but hid her eyes.
"Qingluo, when did you arrive?"
Ye Xue'e saw her daughter and was so flustered that she forgot to use her handkerchief and hastily wiped away her tears with her hand.
"I've been here for a while."
Lin Qingluo's big, bright, black eyes moved around, and she smiled mischievously, "I heard you talking, so I didn't come in."
