Yin Ling looked at Shangguan Linlang, who had a bewildered expression, and was clearly in a good mood.
"Lady Ba, take your time, don't rush, 'good things' aren't afraid of being late."
Yin Ling's gaze carried an obvious sense of schadenfreude.
Shangguan Linlang wasn't sure why; saying she harbored hostility towards this person didn't seem accurate, but feeling particularly 'close' seemed even more unlikely.
Nevertheless, Shangguan Linlang silently remembered what Yin Ling had said.
Especially what was said about that so-called Si Qianmo; she took note of it.
"Is the turmoil in the Purple Bamboo Forest because of you?"
Shangguan Linlang suddenly changed the topic, directly asking about the Purple Bamboo Forest.
As soon as Shangguan Linlang finished speaking, Yin Ling shook her head immediately, adamantly denying it: "You're overthinking it, this isn't my doing. I've always preferred to keep a low profile; why would I turn this picturesque place into such a mess?"
