"Sister..." Xiaoqi looked uneasily at Fengyu, then bowed to Xie Xun, "Greetings, Your Highness."
Under the table, Fengyu gently kicked Xie Xun, signaling him to put on a stern face to frighten Xiaoqi. When Xie Xun wore a cold expression, he exuded an innate authority that made those around him reluctant to jest with him.
"Your name is Xiaoqi, correct? Do you have a surname? Do you remember where you're from?" Xie Xun asked in a casual tone.
Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows slightly, faint dimples surfacing, "From the Capital City. As for my surname and given name, I don't remember. The housekeeper said everyone in my family had died, leaving only me. I bear heavy resentment; he promised to tell me the truth when I grew older. But when I was four, I was lured away by a stick of candied hawthorn and given the name Xiaoqi."
"You never went to look for the housekeeper?"
