At some unknown moment, Su Luo stood at the entrance to the courtyard, accompanied by her maid.
Her gaze lingered on Little Linzi's corpse for a moment. Then with slightly furrowed brows, she covered her lips with a handkerchief and said with a hint of reprimand in her voice, "Your Highness, if you must punish those beneath you, don't do it here, lest you sully the courtyard with bad omens!"
Xiaoxin sneered inwardly.
Indeed, like master, like servant. This Northern Barbarian Princess had the same ruthless disposition as King Rui.
Others might not know, but Xiaoxin was clear. Little Linzi was certainly no spy; had he been one, he would not have said those things to him before leaving that day.
Nor would he have possibly taken care of him.
Because a spy, in order to protect themselves, would never form deep attachments to those close to them.
It was an instinct.
Xiaoxin's jaw was clenched tight, his back taut as a strung bow.
Ready to snap at any moment.
