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A keen gleam flickered in Bo Xian'er's eyes. "I heard you have a child?"
Here came the main event.
After all, Ji Tiantian carried the Chen Clan's blood.
Xue Shiqiong's heart trembled slightly, and her slender, jade-white fingers tightened around the rim of her teacup.
She had long known that these Chen Clan Ancestors would ask about Ji Tiantian's parentage; she simply had not expected it so soon.
"Yes, Grandmother," Xue Shiqiong replied, gathering her skirts and bowing. "I do have a daughter, Tiantian. She should be in the front courtyard now."
As she finished, she raised her eyes and saw a meaningful smile spreading across Bo Xian'er's lips.
"Xiaojun and little Hua mentioned her to me a few days ago," Bo Xian'er said, reclining against her carved rosewood chair. "They said she was wonderfully bright and gifted. I must take a good look at her later."
Xue Shiqiong shook her head helplessly, her pale fingers brushing her temple. "That girl is such a mischievous little wild thing. She spends all day catching dragonflies and chasing butterflies, like some monkey soul beast out in the mountains."
Before she had finished, she burst into a laugh herself. "Even I can hardly keep her in line. Sorry to have made you worry about her, Grandmother."
Bo Xian'er clapped her hands and laughed, the corners of her eyes unfolding like chrysanthemum petals. "That is a child's nature. At my age, I love seeing such lively little faces."
She summoned a maid from outside the door as she spoke. "Go and invite little Tiantian over. Call little Hua and Xiaojun here as well."
Ji Tiantian walked lightly and gracefully through the carved doorway of the pavilion. Her mother, Xue Shiqiong, and her grandmother, Xue Chuxin, sat