The Injured Young Master of the Lin Clan

Zhao Shuning, who was sleeping, suddenly sneezed.

She opened her eyes.

Outside, the sky was beginning to brighten.

"Why is it so cold today?"

At that time, Zhao Shuning saw that the string of soul pearls in her hand was sparkling, and the purple-colored one in her hand was especially dazzling.

She quickly sat up with her legs crossed. Just as she wanted to take a closer look, the light from the pearl disappeared.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Shuning got up, put on her coat and went out.

It was still early, and the people from Zhao Family had yet to get up.

Zhao Shuning closed her door softly and walked to the yard next door.

This courtyard was prepared for her brother, Zhao Huai. It was arranged according to Zhao Huai's preferences by Zhao Shuning. After checking, she felt nothing out of the ordinary, so she prepared to return to her own yard.