Nervously, Xie Pan'Er asked again, "Where... where does your adoptive father live?"
Where does her adoptive father live?
This little girl knew her adoptive father was the Emperor; naturally, he lived in the Imperial Palace.
Then, without giving it a second thought, she said, "My adoptive father is the Emperor, so of course he lives in the Imperial Palace!"
With a CLANG, the items in the hands of the shopkeeper, who was tidying up the shop, fell to the ground. "Surely... surely this little girl isn't spouting nonsense?"
Holding on to a shred of hope, the shopkeeper looked at Xie Pan'Er. But Xie Pan'Er gently shook her head, shattering his hope.
"I think there's an eighty percent chance!"
"Ei-eighty percent… Miss Xie, you aren't joking?"
Xie Pan'Er shook her head. "She looks to be only three or four years old. How could she possibly lie?"
Hearing this, the old shopkeeper rushed to get the best preserved fruit and Pastries in the shop, also ordering good tea to be served again.
