"Since his childhood, the prince has faced many hardships, and Miss Lin is the only one who can save him."
After successive setbacks, Noble Lord simmered with anger, "Does Miss Lin have a heart of stone, indifferent to the prince's suffering? If indeed so, even I, the head of Duke of Zhen's household, shall wash my hands of this."
"Xuan'er is my brother, naturally, I can't abandon him."
As Lin Qingluo's eyes darkened, she responded coldly, "But, I also don't like to be threatened. It is best if Noble Lord is willing to cooperate, but if not, I won't insist. Let it be a case of both sides perishing together, or meeting in the underworld. I have already been there once, what else should I fear?"
"Sister, Father."
Suddenly, from outside the study room, a faint crying sound of the Little Prince was heard. His whimpering, full of grief, was like a needle piercing the heart.
