As Xia Yuqing boiled the water, she glanced at Rong Xi, who was waiting for her answer. "How did you figure it out?" she inquired.
Rong Xi pursed her lips. So, her doubts had been right—Miss Yan was indeed someone from the precious Lingzu tribe. Before coming here, she hadn't understood why the empress summoned her and asked her to meet someone. It was only after seeing Miss Yan that the purpose became clear.
"It was her name... and her face," she answered.
"Her face?" Xia Yuqing raised her brows.
"Miss Yan looks slightly similar to the original leader of the Lingzu tribe," Rong Xi explained. She recalled a moment from her past life. Once, by accident, she stumbled upon a beautiful picture tucked away in her father's study. When she asked who the beautiful lady in the painting was, her father told her about the brave and powerful leader of the Lingzu tribe.
"But how are they here, in this world?" she asked, confused.
Xia Yuqing shrugged. "Who knows?"
