Li Mu lifted his eyes, the candlelight flickering in them, yet his gaze remained cold and solemn.
"Oh?" He responded mildly, then retorted, "Did Zhao Jing not speak of Miss Tang?"
Li Xingyuan hurriedly said, "Of course not! How would the eldest Miss know about this?"
"If that's the case, why did Zhao Jing deceive her into going to Pingyang Temple?"
Li Xingyuan was stumped.
After a moment's pause, he could only insist strongly, "He really mentioned the Second Miss! I swear!" Although he didn't know why Zhao Jing deceived the eldest Miss to go, he indeed mentioned the Second Miss.
Li Mu was noncommittal: "Is there anything else?"
Li Xingyuan shook his head: "So, does the Second Miss really know the Crown Prince's identity and whereabouts?"
Li Mu nodded.
Li Xingyuan felt like throwing something: "How old is she? How old is she now? How old was she two years ago?"
"She's eleven now, and two years ago she was nine."
Li Xingyuan: ...That was not what I meant to ask.
