"Break off the engagement? Whose engagement?"
Watching Old Man Yao and Xiao Yan stare at him in confusion, Xiao Han smiled mysteriously. "Grandpa had a good friend when he was young named Nalan Jie. He was the Lionheart Marshal of the Jia Ma Empire.
"Back when Grandpa was still alive, the Xiao Family was one of the great families in Jia Ma Holy City.
"In those days, Nalan Jie and our grandfather, Xiao Lin, were close brothers. They hit it off so well that he arranged an engagement between you and his granddaughter.
"After Grandpa died unexpectedly, our Xiao Family fell into decline and was driven out of Jia Ma Holy City."
"Wait, something doesn't add up."
As Xiao Yan listened to Xiao Han's story, he frowned. "If that Old Master Nalan Jie was Grandpa's close friend, why didn't he lend us a hand when our Xiao Family was driven out of Jia Ma Holy City?"
Xiao Han was at a loss for words. As expected of the straight-laced Xiao Yan—even his priorities were out of the ordinary. Wouldn't a normal person have asked about the engagement first?
Old Man Yao gave Xiao Han a meaningful look. Having lived long enough to grow shrewd—and having been betrayed himself—he could read between the lines.
If Nalan Jie had been close brothers with Xiao Han and Xiao Yan's grandfather, why hadn't he done anything for Xiao Lin's family after Xiao Lin fell on hard times?
Nalan Jie was a powerful Lionheart Marshal, after all. Protecting the Xiao Family would have taken no more than a word from him. Who in the Jia Ma Empire would have dared to slight him?
Yet he hadn't lifted a finger. He'd watched his old friend's family get driven out of Jia Ma Holy City without offering