Ou Fuwei'er took out a necklace from his chest before starting his speech. It was a common brass necklace, with a smooth chain hanging from a beautiful crystal pendant, on which was inscribed a line of small characters: Frey.
He showed the necklace to the young girl and said, "This necklace was always carried by her. Her name should have come from this. But actually, this is her mother's name, Princess."
"Her mother?" The girl held the necklace with slender hands, her expression unchanged.
"That's Everton's wife, who died in the riot seventeen years ago."
"Then this girl should be Everton's only descendant, right?"
"Precisely."
"Since Lord Ou Fuwei'er is here, then this little girl should have successfully escaped danger, can we say so?" the girl asked.
"That can be said, but the process was quite bizarre." The middle-aged man nodded indifferently, though his eyebrows slightly raised, as if recalling something interesting.
"Oh?" The Princess showed a hint of surprise.
