Could she really be an Immortal Attendant, a reincarnated deity?
Qian Yangxi gazed at Jiang Nuan with utter reverence.
She must have been sent by my ancestors to save me!
Qian Yangxi had not forgotten why she had come. She said to Jiang Nuan:
"Here's the thing. I have a friend whose fiancé seems to have gotten involved with her younger sister.
"But I'm not sure whether that's true. I heard they're meeting today in a courtyard in Fuzhong Alley, so I'm planning to take a look."
Qian Yangxi came up with an excuse.
[Hahaha, what friend? She's obviously talking about herself!]
Jiang Nuan smiled. Sure enough, no matter the era, whenever something happened, people always started with "I have a friend."
Qian Yangxi smiled sheepishly. No wonder they always wore such peculiar expressions whenever she said she had a friend.
[No, wait, this isn't how the story goes, is it? Qian Yangxi actually knows about her concubine-born younger sister and Wei Xinyuan?]
Jiang Nuan was a little surprised. If she had discovered it this early, how could she possibly have ended up digging wild greens for eighteen years?
[Who cares? Maybe it's another strange butterfly effect. Think about it, Host. We've been here so long—haven't plenty of things like this happened already?]
Guagua flew out, perched on Jiang Nuan's shoulder, and crossed its legs, speaking nonchalantly.
Its guiding principle was simple: if something made no sense, stop thinking about it. Just follow your heart.
Jiang Nuan thought it over and agreed. It wasn't a bad thing anyway, so she might as well spare herself all that mental effort.
"Something like that actually happened? Your friend's fiancé is absolute scum! I happen to know the place. Come on, I'll go take a look with you!"
Jiang Nuan looked positively indignant.