By the lakeside, Auntie Qiao stared at the girl before her, who appeared to be a young maiden.
For a moment, she didn't know how best to begin speaking.
"Auntie Qiao?" Lady Bi Zhu asked.
Auntie Qiao carefully chose her words, "Princess, is there a possibility that you are not eighteen years old?"
"I remembered incorrectly?" Lady Bi Zhu found it hard to believe, "Could it be that I am sixteen?"
Auntie Qiao: "...."
She paused before saying, "Is there a possibility that you are actually over four hundred years old?"
Lady Bi Zhu blinked at the person before her and said, "Is that so, I just said I was eighteen years old, there must be something wrong with this lake."
Auntie Qiao: "...."
What was wrong with this lake?
Lady Bi Zhu, looking at the water, said, "The stone tablet did not give an answer after I told the truth, which suggests that the stone tablet was lying.
