The Fear of Lin Mengyao

"Yes."

"Your Highness, what about the Eldest Miss?"

"Do not harm her. Only destroy the supplies."

Xiao Junhao, after reflecting, advised gently.

Outside the room,

Lin Mengyao's hand stilled. The words "Do not harm her" echoed repeatedly in her mind.

She glanced involuntarily at the man's expression.

Every time he mentioned Jiang Peihuan, his eyes swirled with complex emotions.

A surge of anxiety gripped Lin Mengyao, causing her to clutch her maid's hand tightly.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"Let's return to the mansion."

Before her maid could reply, Lin Mengyao cut her off and hastened back to the Lin Mansion.

Due to the previous poisoning incident at the feast, Lin Mengyao had been residing at the Prince Qing Palace. Her sudden return elicited mixed reactions from the Lin family; joy intertwined with concern.

Ignoring everyone, Lin Mengyao headed straight to Lin Ruhai's study.