He slowly pondered this.
After a long silence, Yingchen raised his head. His clear eyes shone with earnestness. "It seems that for as long as I can remember, there's been a Mr. Huang in the nunnery..."
He rubbed his little bald head and looked toward the nunnery. "This is where Her Ladyship, Noble Consort Xi, became a nun. It's been over ten years."
"How old are you?" Zeng Anmin looked down at the young monk.
"I'm thirteen," Yingchen replied, lowering his head in embarrassment.
Thirteen.
Zeng Anmin closed his eyes and slowly thought it over. That meant Mr. Huang had already been here thirteen years ago.
Thirteen years ago.
Zeng Anmin committed this number to memory. He looked at Yingchen again and asked, "Did Mr. Huang know Noble Consort Xi?"
"I don't know." Yingchen shook his head. "I've never been to the back mountain for as long as I can remember."
"I see," Zeng Anmin nodded slowly. He still didn't have enough clues.
