Her heart skipped a beat, and the dagger in her hand went straight for the person's neck.
"Sang'er, it's me."
Zimo seized her wrist with one hand and took the dagger from her hand with the other.
"Uh."
Seeing Zimo, Lin Caisang felt a sharp pang in her heart.
She cursed inwardly at her unreliable big brother, who had let her brother-in-law slip through his fingers so quickly and even followed her to the royal tomb.
"Why are you here?" she asked forthrightly.
Zimo: "..."
Hearing her words, his face was truly filled with discontent.
But what could he do about it? Neither hitting her nor scolding her was an option. How could he bear to do either?
"If you can come, why can't I?" he retorted.
Behind him, Zhe Jue and Zhen Wu both looked helplessly at their master's wife.
Before rushing to the royal tomb, although they had been urging their lord not to worry about his wife, they were actually even more concerned about her safety.
