Yan Luoxi gazed down at the bunch of keys in her palm. It was something Fu Xuan had specifically left for her. Could it be related to that document?
"Aunt Lan, what is this key?" Yan Luoxi looked up at Aunt Lan. With just one key, how was she supposed to know which lock it opened?
Aunt Lan patted her hand, "Yes, your mother left it for you. As for which lock it opens here, I don't know. She never told me. Now it's returned to its right owner, and my burden is lifted."
Yan Luoxi stared at Aunt Lan, astonished. "Even you don't know what this key is for?"
Fu Xuan was really unreliable, wasn't she? Leaving a bunch of keys for her yet not telling her what lock they opened, wasn't it the same as leaving nothing?
Aunt Lan let out a bitter laugh, "No, she didn't say. But eight years ago when she returned to the Imperial Capital, you must have met her. Did she ever mention anything to you about these keys?"
