He smelled it again, the scent of lime.
Wen Changling raised her hand and clutched the clothes on his waist.
"Xie Shang."
She suddenly asked, "Is your full name Ji Fu?"
The seal of Xie Shang was carved with Ji Fu, and Ji Fu was also embroidered on the handkerchief.
"Ji Fu is my courtesy name."
"With the ranks being 'bo,' 'zhong,' 'shu,' and 'ji,' are you the fourth in your family?"
There was information about the Xie Family online.
It said that Xie Shang was the only son of Xie Liangjiang.
"I'm the third child of Madam Su. Including my second uncle's daughter, I rank fourth." Xie Shang was still suffering from a fever, very weak, allowing himself to lean on Wen Changling's shoulder, "My older brothers and sisters didn't survive; they passed away early. A fortune-teller said my father lacks the fortune of having descendants."
Could there be a possibility—
Wen Changling, holding Xie Shang, left the thought unspoken: it's because your father did too many bad deeds.
