Ye Qingyu cast a glance over at her, saying to himself: ‘I should be the one asking what is going on. Before this, I do not know about the existences of what Aunt Han or Aunt Heng, but now your Aunt Han is letting me into the bamboo grove. How would I know what is going on?’

But Ye Qingyu also believed in what Xing’er had said.

The little princess did not intentionally take him here for his memory to be read.

This was the trust he had in her.

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