Lin Su slowly turned sideways and fixed his gaze on Ji Su.
Ji Su looked into his eyes as well, his own gaze brimming with warmth.
Lin Su smiled faintly. "Brother Ji, today I have resolved one doubt."
"What doubt?"
Lin Su said, "I had wondered why Silken Thread Pavilion, merely a weak pavilion, could take root and flourish in the turbulent and treacherous immortal capital. Why, whenever storms swept through Vermilion Bird Alley, were there always influential people lending aid until the winds calmed and waves subsided? So it turns out Brother Ji had been secretly protecting it from behind the scenes."
Ji Su smiled lightly. "Mother Queen struck down Eighth Sister's Drifting Primordial Spirit that day, but she had always kept watch over the growth of this Primordial Spirit. It was inconvenient for her to appear in person, so she transferred the duty of guarding her to me. During that White Jade Literary Battle, Eldest Brother should originally have led the delegation, but I snatched the assignment from him. My true purpose was simply to see with my own eyes whether her Drifting Primordial Spirit had matured."
"During that White Jade Literary Battle, Brother Ji traveled with an Imperial Princess. That Princess was actually Eighth Princess, wasn't she?"
Ji Su smiled. "Even Brother Lin, with your discerning eye, failed to see through it? That only proves Eighth Sister's White Jade Myriad Phenomena Art was truly superbly ingenious."
So it really had been her. It really had been the White Jade Myriad Phenomena Art!
That day, Lin Su had seen Ji Su beside a plain-looking woman at the White Jade Literary Battle.
Ji Qianling had analyzed the matter at the time.
This woman was extremely likely to be Eighth Princess, the woman White Jade Capital was about to marry