Xue Mianmian lowered her voice: "My young master is skilled in mimicry. If he disguises himself as Nanny Zhang and imitates her voice, wouldn't that deceive Bai Shuangshuang into trusting him? Then, we can think of a way to pry some information out of her. Surely uncovering the truth from back then wouldn't be too difficult."
Shen Yinning asked curiously: "Xue Ling can mimic voices?"
"His name only consists of the single character 'Ling,' which was chosen by his foster father during his childhood. Before his foster father started working at the Minister's Mansion, he made his living as an itinerant performer, proficient in a variety of skills, including mimicry, which he taught Xue Ling."
Shen Yinning grew even more curious: "How do you know this?"
Xue Mianmian clenched her small handkerchief.
