"Senior members, I would like to see Sister Xinran,"
Lin Wei said with a smile.
The two middle-aged men looked at each other and slowly shook their heads.
"Young Master Lin must understand us, this is the family rule."
Lin Wei narrowed his eyes and pulled out a silver needle from his bosom.
"Would it trouble you to pass this on to Sister Xinran?"
"Don't misunderstand, it is just an ordinary silver needle."
The two middle-aged men examined it closely but still did not agree.
"Haha, I know the family rules, it's just that Sister Xinran is too bored, she said she lacked something for embroidery."
"It took me several days to get this thing."
After much persuasion, the two middle-aged men finally agreed.
This old courtyard was a very large quadrangle.
In the main house, Lin Xinran sat in front of the window, holding her chin in her hands.
In her eyes was written longing.
After being taken back to the capital, she had braced herself for torture.
