Linghe Camp

Linghe Camp.

After receiving the news and seeing the credentials, Xie Jue immediately sent people to escort Lan Xin and the others into the main tent.

He was a tall, handsome man who had inherited the best of the Lan family's genes.

As soon as they entered the tent, Lan Xin couldn't spare a thought for anything else and immediately asked:

"Third Uncle, you... have you heard anything about my father and eldest brother?"

As she spoke, her voice was uneasy, caught between hope and fear.

Lan Jue didn't notice his eldest niece's subtle expression. He nodded, his face unchanged:

"Mm. Your father has already sent me word."

He glanced at Lan Xin, then looked away:

"He said that if I ran into you, I should take good care of you."

Take good care of her... Lan Xin turned the words over in her mind. Her face visibly paled, as if she had already foreseen what had happened. She couldn't help crying out:

"Father... Father, he...?"

The rest of the words never came. Tears were already streaming down Lan Xin's face.

Xie Jun and the others exchanged glances, their expressions turning grave. They hadn't expected the young Miss Lan to reunite with her family only to receive terrible news.

"Huh? What? Why are you crying?"

Lan Jue looked at his sobbing niece, baffled, and asked in confusion:

"Your father just sent me a message. What's so unusual about that? And him asking me to look after you—isn't that perfectly normal? What's there to get worked up about?"

The moment he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the tent abruptly froze.

We got it wrong... everyone thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

Lan Xin's face flushed. She was embarrassed, but also overcome with emotion.

Lan Jue thought it over and realized what