Wang Yi leaned forward, excitement dancing in his eyes. "Girl, stop keeping me in suspense. Tell your uncle here-just where did this fellow come from?"
"How would I know..." Xiao Baoyue replied irritably.
Wang Yi's brows rose into a deep frown. "You didn't even investigate that?"
Xiao Baoyue was thoroughly fed up:
"What am I supposed to investigate? Jingzhou isn't my territory. What if my inquiries leave a trail and that prince finds out?"
"Which prince?"
"The Prince of Badong!"
"Oh, oh. I see." Wang Yi looked disappointed.
Xiao Baoyue was speechless. She asked Wang Yi:
"If you're so interested, why don't you investigate?"
Wang Yi slowly turned back and settled into his seat, sighing:
"I hardly have the ability..."
A mischievous curve curled at the corner of Xiao Baoyue's lips:
"You're being modest, Uncle. Never mind you-even that nephew of yours is quite capable."
"Zhi Yan?"
"Wang Tai!"
"Oh, I wouldn't know about that." Wang Yi looked utterly bewildered.
"You wouldn't know? Then tell me, just what illness did your nephew come to Jingzhou to recuperate from?"
Xiao Baoyue's tone was skeptical, her gaze blazing like a torch as she tried to find the slightest clue on Wang Yi's face.
Wang Yi's eyes widened. "Zhi Yan is ill?"
Xiao Baoyue nearly went mad. "Wang Tai! I'm talking about Wang Tai!"
"Oh, oh. I really don't know about that."
"You don't ask?"
"It isn't a terminal illness. What is there to ask..."
Xiao Baoyue: ...
"When I first arrived in Jingzhou, I had people watch him for a while. When I saw that he never left his courtyard, I withdrew them. But after that nephew of yours-the 'treasured sword hidden in its case'-appeared, I started paying attention to him again..."
Thoughtfulness entered Xiao Baoyue's eyes, and her voice unconsciously grew