He nodded and took the talisman, then clutching the wrist of Lu Xingyan as she was about to leave, he asked, "Senior Sister, may I ask you a question?"
"Let's get one thing straight, if it's to borrow more than five hundred thousand Spirit Stones, don't bother asking—I'll refuse," Lu Xingyan replied with a smile.
"It's not that." Yuezheng Yan lowered his gaze and looked straight at her, his voice low, "The words you just spoke to Yuezheng Changze mentioned my mother. Since I was young, I have harbored suspicions about her death. Since you spoke in that way, Senior Sister, do you perhaps know something?"
"Do you know the real reason behind my mother's death?"
"I do not know," Lu Xingyan quickly answered.
She reached out to release her hand from Yuezheng Yan's tight grip and softened her tone, "The words I spoke earlier were merely based on some rumors I've heard about the Yuezheng Family, influenced by my subjective conjectures, and were also meant to disgust Yuezheng Changze."
