Yue'er's eyes darted about, about to speak, when his voice reached her.
"Tell me your real name. Don't try to fool me."
"I'm a descendant of the Xiao family's collateral line! I just wandered here out of curiosity. With all these barriers and formations, how could anyone outside the Xiao family possibly get in?" Yue'er said with a smile.
Hearing this, he frowned, fixing his gaze on her. "You're not."
"You've never seen me before—how can you be so sure? With so many children in the Xiao family's branches, have you met them all?" Yue'er gave a light, crisp snort.
"That dagger of yours is no ordinary weapon. It doesn't belong to the Xiao family." Xiao Junyan stared at the chubby little fox-like child in his arms, his voice cold. "You'd better tell me the truth. Otherwise, once we return to the Xiao family, no one will be able to save you."
Yue'er's eyes darted about. "Give me back my dagger, and I'll tell you."
