"Shadow Eight, Shadow Nine."
Lin Qingluo decided not to waste her breath with Xue Ji and called out for her shadow guards.
"Your subordinates are here, what are your orders, miss?"
The two shadow guards had been on guard outside the courtyard, taken aback by the whole affair. Once summoned, they immediately emerged from the shadows and knelt on one knee.
Lin Qingluo gave a deep command: "Keep an eye on her. After tonight, I don't want to see her again."
"Yes."
The two shadow guards obediently accepted the order.
Lin Qingluo nodded in satisfaction and telepathically instructed Little Kingfisher: "Yin'er, you too keep an eye on her. Don't let her disturb my father."
"Sure thing."
Little Kingfisher agreed with enthusiasm: "With me here, she can't stir up any trouble. She'll have to scram."
"You've worked hard."
Lin Qingluo felt a weight lifted off her chest, exhaling deeply.
The ten-year-old case was finally clear, revealing the truth.
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