“Because she knows about the twelve hours painted on that mirror. People outside only know that there’s a mirror in the Black Gate, but they don’t know about the twelve hours painted on it,” Shang Bieye explained leisurely, “And she isn’t from the Black Gate, yet she knows the details of the mirror. I think there’s much to ponder over.”
“And to prevent others from exploiting her, keeping her with us is actually the safest option,” Wu Yangfeng finally understood.
“But how do you know she isn’t from the Black Gate? Do you know who she is?” Bu Yuchen was puzzled.
“If I’m not mistaken, I know who she is. Do you remember the name of my newlywed bride who can’t move?” Shang Bieye calmly looked at the two.
“I remember! Yan Xinmeng,” Bu Yuchen didn’t understand why he suddenly brought up his immobile bride.
“That girl’s name is also Yan Xinmeng.”
“Could it be a coincidence? She can move!” Bu Yuchen wouldn’t believe it, especially seeing how lively the girl was, who would believe she was the same person as the immobile bride? Plus, the bride was still at the Shang residence, how could she appear here?
“It’s simple, write a letter to Li Qun to come later and have him check at home,” Wu Yangfeng suggested.
“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea,” Bu Yuchen nodded in approval.
Chapter Three
“Xinmeng, Xinmeng.” Hearing someone call her name in a daze, Yan Xinmeng groggily looked around until she saw Shang Bieye’s handsome face, then she woke up.
“Did I fall asleep?” she asked sleepily.
“Yes, are you hungry?” Shang Bieye, seeing her awake, went to the table and adjusted the dishes.
“Uh-huh.” Yan Xinmeng got up and walked to the table, suddenly remembering she was supposed to be on horseback, how did she end up in a room? She looked at Shang Bieye puzzled.
“You were exhausted, so I got us a room at the inn for you to rest,” Shang Bieye explained, as if he knew her confusion.
