When no one spoke, the atmosphere tensed. Qing Youmeng appeared composed as ever; perhaps the tension was mine alone.
Lin Suqing soothed her own chest to calm her heart, and then suddenly asked her, "Did you come to see me because you have something to say?"
She glanced at him. Couldn't she seek him out without reason?
Indeed, it had always been Lin Suqing who initiated their meetings; today was truly the first time she actively sought him out, although she might not have realized it herself.
"I heard that the Emperor Qi of the Demoniac Realm has an only son."
A jolt ran through Lin Suqing's heart, and his brows involuntarily furrowed, a premonition of something dire. "Oh really? I have not heard such things."
"I found out just last night." She said, glancing back at him, making him feel increasingly nervous.