Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

Lin Jingyuan thought for a while, “Then you tell your Fourth Brother what kind of person you like, and I will search one by one according to your requirements. Even if I am to turn over the entire Great Lin Empire, I will find someone for you!”

Lin Feilu supported her head with her hands and curled the ends of her hair with her fingers. She said, “Gentle.”

Lin Jingyuan’s expression froze, and he quickly took down notes, “What else?”

Lin Feilu drooped her eyelids and said lazily, “A supreme master of martial arts, a mind for strategy, good-looking—especially in white clothes. He will look me in the eyes when talking to me, and he agrees no matter what I say. Every year on my birthday, no matter where he is, he will send gifts to me…”

Speaking of the latter, the volume of her voice became smaller and smaller the more she went on.

As Lin Jingyuan wrote, he felt that something was wrong.

His only remaining braincell finally played a role at this time, “To be so specific, Little Lu, do you have someone you like?”

Lin Feilu, “…”

What did I just say?

Lin Jingyuan put his pen down, “Who is it? Since you have someone you like, why are you looking at these portraits? It would be the right thing to choose him.”

Lin Feilu was silent for a while before she took the stack of portraits to look through them again, saying lightly, “It’s impossible for me to be with him, and it’s just a pitiful pipe dream. I’d better pick and choose among these.”

That’s what she said, but in the end, she couldn’t finalise on any of the candidates after the entire afternoon.

Lin Jingyuan vowed, “You just need to tell me who that person is. Even if he is a God in the sky, your Fourth Brother will knock him down and bring him here!”

Lin Feilu, “…”

In the end, she wrote a letter to Yan Xin, asking her to help her choose the young and promising heroes of the martial world. They should be good-looking, have high martial arts skills, and look elegant in white clothes.

After sending the letter, Lin Feilu felt that after experiencing for herself the imperial succession, and the escapade to be a martial artist, she might cook up a new ‘doppelganger substitution’ scheme.

The stress was truly weighing on her mind.

She didn’t know if it was a sign from the skies, but the snow this winter had fallen extremely hard, persistently remaining and not melting away even after spring arrived for quite a while.

The low temperatures lasted until April. The peach blossoms would have completely withered around this time throughout the previous years, but they were still blooming this year due to the snow.

Emperor Lin had become increasingly fearful of the cold in the past two years. Stoves were burning in the four corners of the Yangxin Palace all day long, but he still felt cold. After checking on him, the imperial doctor said that it was due to the Cold Poison invading his bones. He tried to persuade him to stop the elixir pills, but before he could say a few words about it, Emperor Lin threw the inkstone and smashed it.

As soon as Lin Feilu arrived outside the door of the Yangxin Palace, she saw the imperial doctor covering his forehead. When the imperial doctor saw her, he bowed first before sighing and said, “Princess, you should persuade His Majesty. The state of relying on the elixir pill is just increasing his strength to get through the day. But if this continues, there will be no cure to help him go through any side effects.”

Although Lin Feilu nodded in agreement, she knew that Emperor Lin would not listen to anyone’s persuasion.