"Trouble for Miss Yu Yan."
Yi Chenli politely nodded slightly to the white-clothed maiden in front of him and watched her leave.
The one Yi Chen called Miss Yu Yan was the person who came out to receive them in this large estate.
Just as the white-clothed maiden was about to step out of the door, Yi Chen suddenly flashed in front of her.
"There's still one thing I'd like to ask Miss Yu Yan about."
"Please speak, Taoist."
"Are you sure that, apart from your servants and parents, you don't have brothers or the like?"
"Could it be that you've forgotten something?" Yi Chen asked in an even tone.
"Why would the Taoist say such a thing? My parents have only had me over these years. They did wish for a boy, but my mother never conceived one; as they grew older, they gave up the hope," she said.
Miss Yu Yan's eyes widened in surprise, and her tone revealed some astonishment, as if she found Yi Chen's question quite strange.
