Fan Peixi had seven children, Hui Ziwang being the oldest and Hui Moxiang being the youngest. Of these children, Huo Tang knew only two and was surprised to find out that the little brother Hui Ziwang used to drag around protectively was already dead.
So many things have changed in the past several centuries.
Huo Tang had Yuan Xuelan's hands neatly folded over the table, eyes narrow and chest held up. "Just what does Wang'er even hope to achieve? Who raised him to be such a fool?"
Hui Moxiang found it a little disconcerting to have Young Master Yuan's voice speak to her, but then again it was not Young Master Yuan at all, and instead an Auntie that was friends with her mother.
"How am I supposed to know?" She shrank a little in her seat, feeling as though the phoenix was scrutinizing her as though she was a stupid kid.
"He's your dearest Dage and you don't know? Do you not value family?" She scolded.
