Lin Youning knew it was too late to leave now. It wouldn't matter if she didn't meet Mrs. Xu in the future, but if she did, she would naturally earn a reputation for eavesdropping. She was relieved that she was still just a child.
She pretended to be innocent and naive, tilting her head to assess the other party without a hint of guilt for eavesdropping. As she assessed the other, the other was assessing her too.
Within moments, the other party's sharp gaze softened, "Are you from the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion?"
Lin Youning was clearly in mourning attire, but the fabric was high-quality satin. The small white jade plum blossom hairpin on her hair could be enough for a common family's expenses for a few years. Although she had only an old nanny by her side, her demeanor was noble, evident in her actions.
Recalling what her son had told her, she could guess the other party's identity by about seventy to eighty percent.
