Forgotten?
Yang Wenxiao frowned, "With your memory, you would forget?"
"Your Highness, I am but an ordinary person. With so many people at my stall every day, how can I clearly remember what each person said? My customers are not just from around the Bei Residence; anyone in the Capital City with silver flocks to me. There are so many people; how could I possibly remember them all?"
Bei Yun explained with an innocent face and then looked towards Qiao Xiaomai, "Miss Qiao's craftsmanship is so fine that from the bottom of my heart, I wish her a long and stable life of a hundred years. If I could remember who said those words, I would lead the Imperial Guards over to capture them right now."
"I was so busy at the time that I only half-listened and didn't think much of it, until today when it suddenly came to mind during a casual chat."
"You really can't remember?" Bei Lingsu asked.
