"Old Mrs. Cao has been making lanterns and funeral offerings for years, the scent of musk is strong on her, and coincidentally, you have it too."
"One of the paper lanterns made by Old Mrs. Cao is of her daughter; the clothing painted on it is identical to what you're wearing."
The Priest cast a cold glance at Yue Xi.
Yue Xi quickly regained her composure: "So what? All the aunties who serve the Holy Daughter have worn the same clothes. She draws the people who serve the Holy Daughter, not just me specifically."
"Is that so?" Josh's eyes had a penetrating gaze that made Yue Xi feel uneasy.
The Priest's face darkened, glaring at Josh: "You outsider, give us back the Holy Daughter!"
Josh ignored him and looked at Yue Xi: "If the previous clues aren't enough to prove you're Old Mrs. Cao's daughter, then how do you explain going to her house late at night a couple of days ago to deliver food?"
Yue Xi recalled that night, her expression changed: "You were spying on me?!"
