"Please forgive them, sir. These children really haven't seen much of the world. They've lived in the mountains all their lives and never heard of the Lu Family's reputation. They aren't very good with words, but they truly meant no offense."
Ye Chuqi looked at Colin, who had suddenly stepped in front of her. His broad back had drawn in on itself, but he stubbornly kept his spine straight, so stiff he looked ready to turn to stone. She couldn't help smiling. Neither Yan Jiu nor Joshua had expected this turn of events. These people really were rather endearing.
Ye Chuqi poked Colin's arm and said with a smile, "It's all right, Colin. We know what's going on." After a moment's thought, she offered an explanation he could understand. "You could call it a feud passed down through the generations. We haven't had much contact with the outside world, but we do have some grievances with the Lu Family that are hard to explain."
Colin wasn't the only one who heard her. Uncle Quan did too. He caught another implication in her words: Ye Chuqi had spent years hidden away in the mountains, yet she already had a feud with the Lu Family upon emerging. Coupled with Yan Jiu's surname, that was enough to suggest they had ties to the Yan Family.
The family histories recorded no feud between the Yan and Lu families, but that didn't mean none existed. The Yan Family had fallen into obscurity thousands of years ago. It would hardly be surprising if there were secrets from that time no one knew.
If Yan Jiu really was a descendant of the Yan Family—Uncle Quan's gaze swept over the three of them. If that bloodline still had heirs, even just these three, they might stir up a