Not long after, Yin Qianqian came back with Lan'er.
Qin Yi explained his speculation to the two of them... well, just the two, because Lang Ya, the little dragon cub, was munching on his little fish snacks, not listening at all.
Qin Yi just considered him a transparent person.
Yin Qianqian squinted her bright eyes, "So, the Royal Family can barely suppress that severed arm now."
Qin Yi nodded slightly, "So, I have an idea."
"What plan do you have?"
Qin Yi glanced at Lan'er, "Please take her back to her relatives."
Yin Qianqian's bright face darkened, then turned livid, and she said viciously, "Qin Yi, are you messing with me?"
"Really not, I just suddenly thought of a way, and it's not suitable to take her along."
Yin Qianqian twitched the corner of her mouth a few times, looked at Lan'er, and softly asked, "Lan'er, do you have any relatives?"
"My second uncle lives on the west side of the Imperial City..."
Lan'er said timidly.
Yin Qianqian went to escort Lan'er.
