"King of Southern Xinjiang?"

"Lee Seung-koo?"

Qin Kun was also shocked. He had heard of the fame of the Ninth Prince, but he had never seen it himself.

When I think of the place he came from, isn’t it Southern Xinjiang?

Could it be that the guy in front of me is really the prince of Southern Xinjiang?

He raised his hand and asked the servant not to move. He squinted his eyes slightly and then carefully looked at the person in front of him.

The clothing style is indeed the royal standard.

Just on a gorgeous silk robe...

What's going on with these eight patches?

"Ah!"

He snorted coldly, "How dare you pretend to be the King of Southern Xinjiang if you have the guts? When did the Lord of the First Xinjiang become like you? Do you really think you can intimidate me?"

After saying that, he turned around immediately.
Chapter completed!