That was certainly a well-reasoned excuse. For a moment, Yan Wan did not know what to say.
"If you want to come along, then come along."
Yan Yi'an did not say anything after learning about it.
He sighed to Yan Wan. "I hope we can actually get some useful information this time."
Yan Wan could not help voicing the same sentiment. "Yeah."
Leaving aside their father and mother, Yan Yi'an alone had already traveled to so many places.
The two sat facing each other in the study of the suite, with a tattered brocade pouch split open down the middle on the table.
Neither of them was an expert, so they could not determine the pouch's age. It had been found alongside the parchment. Yan Yi'an suspected that if the parchment had not been scraped to pieces, this might have been what had held it.
Yan Wan complained, "Was that old monk really so poor? Couldn't he buy a box to store it in?"
Unlike her grandfather, who had put everything into separate boxes in an exceptionally organized manner. Though his refusal to speak plainly was truly infuriating.
Yan Yi'an casually tapped the tabletop twice with his fingertips before hesitantly saying, "Do you think we were headed in the wrong direction from the beginning?"
"Hm?" Yan Wan tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
Yan Yi'an said softly, "It was only when I saw the parchment that I suddenly felt something was off."
"Was Grandfather really such a methodical person?"
Yan Wan fell silent.
Although she felt that Yan Yi'an was somewhat suspected of badmouthing their grandfather behind his back.
But!
Who could resist being suspicious?
They had once speculated that Yan Xianjue had inherited their grandfather's genes, which was why he always blindsided everyone every so often.
"But what