"What's the matter?"
Through the mirror, she saw that his gaze was fixed on the box of pink jade, sparking her curiosity.
"Do you remember I told you that the original stone for this box of pink jade was a gift from someone?"
"Mhm, I remember, didn't you say you saved someone? And that person came from the border and had their own jade mine."
"That person might very well be the Emperor!"
"Ah?"
Yang Chuxia's eyes widened in surprise. Was this person lucky or not? How could someone he casually saved turn out to be the Emperor?
"Wait, what do you mean he might be the Emperor? You're not sure?"
So Ye Zi'an recounted to Yang Chuxia what had happened in the main hall and the final words he exchanged with the Emperor.
By the time he finished, Yang Chuxia understood.
