Chapter 815 - Xi Jin Is Getting a Consort (1/2)
When Xi Lin saw the weird expression on Xi Jin’s face, she asked him doubtfully, “Big brother, what’s wrong?”
Xi Jin shook his head. “Let’s go back to the palace.”
He was thinking about how close Lin’er and Dai’er were. If Dai’er had been reborn and returned, she would definitely look for Lin’er.
She would also return to get her revenge on Shen Yunya and Jiang Ying, right?
That’s right. He still had to keep them alive so that Dai’er could get revenge with her very own hands when she returned. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of her hatred. He believed Dai’er wouldn’t just let them off like that after experiencing such an event.
He just needed to pay more attention and be more aware. He would definitely find Dai’er.
The next morning, Xi Lin was in a nervous state, as if her butt was on fire. She ran into the Si Feng Pavilion and shouted anxiously, “Tianlan.”
Si Mobai was accompanying Feng Tianlan. He raised his head and glanced at Xi Lin, then coldly asked, “What’s the matter?”
She came to look for Lan’er every single day. She even brought Xi Jin over yesterday. Could she be planning to snatch Lan’er away from him?
He found out that Princess Zhaoyang had previously always wanted Lan’er to be her sister-in-law. Therefore, the chance of her snatching Lan’er away was quite high, right?
When she heard his voice, which was as cold as a blade of ice, she felt as if snowflakes were landing on her body. Xi Lin, who was so anxious that it felt as if she was on fire, suddenly calmed down. She suppressed her anxiety and looked towards Feng Tianlan.
“Don’t scare Sister Lin.” Feng Tianlan stared at him, then looked at Xi Lin. “What’s wrong? Why are you so anxious?” she asked.
“My big brother is getting a second consort,” Xi Lin replied.
“What does that have to do with Lan’er?” Si Mobai’s voice became colder. She was indeed here to snatch Lan’er away. He should stop allowing Princess Zhaoyang to enter Bailan Alliance freely. She should only be able to meet with Lan’er once a month.
Feng Tianlan frowned. “Is it Shen Yunya?”
Xi Lin shook her head. “No.”