You also have a granddaughter.

Zhang Xiaoying gazed deeply at Elder Qiao.

The deep hollows of Elder Qiao's eye sockets and his murky eyes only now shimmered with a glimmer of hope.

Zhang Xiaoying had heard that there was a mysterious bond between parents and their children where if something happened to one, the other would sense it.

In his youth, Elder Qiao was extraordinary in wit and, having been saved by someone sent by the Princess, could somewhat guess the clues.

"Yes, Qiao Yiyun has already passed away." Sooner or later, all this had to be told to Elder Qiao. Now that he had mentally prepared himself, Zhang Xiaoying pondered for a moment and then answered Elder Qiao, "He was murdered fifteen years ago."

"Was it on the seventh day of the eighth month?" Elder Qiao suddenly grasped Zhang Xiaoying's hand.

Zhang Xiaoying was startled, "Yes."