"Since both of you believe that the queen is Abao, why didn't you just prove it with confidence and take a lot of effort to capture Princess Xinya? Abao has been in the temple for more than ten years. Are you not more familiar with her than Xinya?"
The two of them couldn't answer for a moment.
Suddenly I realized that it was not that appropriate to capture Xin Ya.
King Jingzhao immediately said, "Yes, two priests, why do you have to lose your roots and end?"
"Because they are lying. They don't know who the queen is."
"Bul's Nose, what are you talking about?"
"If the testimony of the two priests is evidence, then my testimony is not evidence? Why did I suddenly not recognize my niece?"
The two princes looked at the psychic Taoist priest strangely again.
This is indeed impossible to refute.
The Taoist Master of the Spirit smiled a little contemptuously: "High Priest, you keep saying that the queen is Abao, and Xinya admits that the queen is her sister. Okay, since that's the case, you might as well look at the queen and then Princess Xinya...
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Everyone's eyes turned from the queen to Princess Xinya again.
"Everyone, look, since they are sisters, do they look like them? Do they have any similarities? Brothers and sisters, there are always some similarities. Look, what are the similarities in them?
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Everyone's eyes fell from the queen and on Princess Xinya again.
A petite and delicate, round and smooth.
A tall, fat, rough and haggard.
Even so, the charm of the new and elegant style in the past can be seen - Fengshuang can destroy people's appearance, but her general outline has not changed.
Even if we put aside the fat and thinness, these two people are definitely not similar at all. Regardless of their figure or appearance.
No one would believe that they are fellow sisters.
The high priest was a little panicked and said angrily: "In this world, there are naturally many sisters who are not similar, and many brothers are not similar... This is very common..."