"Alright, Grandma believes in Qingluo."
Old Madam Ye hugged her fragrant and soft granddaughter, her smile beaming from ear to ear.
*
After dinner, Lin Qingluo escorted Wang Yehan and the others to the gate.
Before getting on the horse, she called Li Yunxiu aside and whispered something to him.
"Hmm."
Li Yunxiu listened intently and nodded vigorously.
In the end, he patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, Boss. I'll handle this. As soon as I get an accurate reading, I'll let you know right away."
"Alright."
Lin Qingluo smiled with relief and watched them leave.
"Master, why did you ask him to divine Little One's destiny?"
Little Kingfisher had been eavesdropping on the roof all along, and as the four young men rode away, she flapped her little wings and flew down, landing on her master's shoulder.
"Don't you find Patriarch Xiayao's behavior puzzling?"
