After the meal, Zi Yin sent Ling Chuxi back to her room.
"Oh right, Zi Yin, have you heard of the Ling clan in the various influential families?" Ling Chuxi asked when they arrived at the door.
"No, I've never heard of it. Sister Chuxi, why are you suddenly asking about this?" Zi Yin said.
In her heart, she felt it was strange. Why did Ling Chuxi ask about this? could it be that the Ling clan she was talking about was her family? however, as far as she knew, there was no Ling clan in any of the great eras and sect residences.
"It's nothing. Go back and rest early. " Ling Chuxi smiled and closed the door.
Deep into the night, Ling Chuxi lay on her bed and looked at the bright moon outside the window. She thought of the happy scene of Zi Tianwang and Zi Yin at the dining table just now. Her mother's longing and affectionate gaze once again appeared in her mind.