Gongsun Yanli's gaze was fixed on Su Qingyue, his eyes carried not desecration or ambiguity, but rather a hint of excitement.
"What are you looking at!" Xiao Yuchuan stiffened his facial expression, "Look again, and I'll gouge out your eyeballs!"
Gongsun Yanli's facial expression darkened, he said sardonically, "Gouge my eyes? I suppose you'll have to call me 'mystic' then!"
"What do you mean?" Xiao Yuchuan frowned.
Gongsun Yanli sighed, and looked at Su Qingyue with a complicated gaze, "Qingyue... no, I should call you Jingyue."
Su Qingyue raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
He said, "I'm sure you know about how my Auntie and my father had a daughter named Gongsun Jingyue. I found out long ago that back when Jingyue was five, she didn't die of an illness but was killed by one of my father's concubines, Zhu Xue'er.
