"What's wrong, is there something off with the name?"
Seeing Zhu Yan's perplexed look, Lu Bei couldn't help but be curious. Could it be that, lineage-wise, Zhu Qilan really was a super old granny?
"There's nothing wrong with the name, it's just that…"
Zhu Yan knitted her brows in thought and said, "I have a faint impression as if I've heard it somewhere, but I can't seem to remember. Why don't we head to the marketplace first? I might recall something while strolling around."
Upon hearing that, Lu Bei's face fell. For other women, this kind of hint would mean, 'no shopping, no sex.' But with Zhu Yan, he understood why his clever cousin would end up having a daughter who is so simple-minded.
As the carriage halted at the entrance of the marketplace, Zhu Yan pulled Lu Bei down from the carriage. She looped her arm through his and they began to tour the shops along the street.
The 78th shop.
