The middle-aged man in simple cloth robes had a trace of expectation in his gaze. “So long as you assist me, Fellow Daoist, I’ll agree to anything you request. I guarantee I won’t disappoint you.”

Weng Jiu looked at Su Yi too.

The way he saw it, although his master had yet to reveal his identity, someone with Su Yi’s powers of discernment must surely have realized how lofty his status was.

Furthermore, last night at the Song of the Sandy Creek, Su Yi didn’t refuse to assist them; he just said they’d yet to offer sufficient sincerity.

They’d come here today to do just that!

But against all expectations, Su Yi just asked, “What’s your relationship with Hua Xinfeng?”

“Hua Xinfeng?” The middle-aged man looked at Weng Jiu in confusion.

Weng Jiu hurriedly whispered, “My lord, that’s one of the numerous fake names the princess uses while out wandering.”

When Su Yi heard this, the corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly. Just as I thought! Hua Xinfeng, that woman, really is crafty. From beginning to end, she never revealed her true name!

The middle-aged man said forthrightly, “I won’t keep it from you, Fellow Daoist. She’s my seventh child and youngest daughter, and her real name is Xia Qingyuan.”

Su Yi...