"Yu?" Yan Ruyu frowned. She was very sensitive to this surname now. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was making groundless accusations.
Yan Congming was dejected. For a moment, he did not notice the abnormality in his daughter's expression. It was only when his daughter muttered, "There can't be so many people with the surname Yu in this world, right?" He looked at his daughter strangely. "Yu'er, what's wrong?"
Yan Ruyu's consciousness returned. She helped Yan Congming into the warm pavilion and knelt beside the small table with tea and snacks. She asked Yan Congming, who had also knelt down, "Daddy, I met the princess of Xiongnu on the street that day."
