Mu Aoxian.
Li Qiao silently recited the name, finding it hard to associate him with the Mu family.
Mu Aoxian was Mu Aofan's brother, and indeed, his name was on the list of the deceased.
Perhaps, as Xiao Dingshan had said, Mu Aoxian was another person who knew the truth of that year.
Li Qiao's throat tightened, and all she could think of were the scenes of her past time at the Poor People's Kiln with her teacher.
The meticulous care, the thoughtful concern, was it just because they belonged to the same bloodline?
Li Qiao turned to sit down, her movements slightly stiff. She leaned back in her chair, her arm covering her eyes, "Did you know who I was from the very beginning?"
"Pretty much," Mu Aoxian replied softly, his frankness making many things clear as he explained them as if unraveling silk from a cocoon.
