Everyone's eyes fell on the queen, and they were surprisingly nervous.
Even Luo Jia was surprisingly nervous.
Originally, he suspected Fang Fei's identity, but, after all, he was just suspicious and there was no definite evidence. He suddenly remembered his mood at the moment: he wanted to kill Xinya, Jieya's son - so cruel and ruthless, as if he was not his flesh and blood at all.
, and never had any pity or flesh.
Who said that the Old King Yan didn’t have the same mentality at the beginning?
The old king of Yan had a group of children, and even if he was a relative of his flesh and blood, he might not necessarily favor her.
Many parents and children can actually be emotionally free.
After strategizing for so long, this time, he really lost his confidence - he could only leave it to God to judge.
The queen still leaned on the back of the chair, as if she had not heard everyone's questions.
The high priest's voice was so silly that he had bad intentions: "Queen..."
No one answered even after shouting three times.
"Queen, are you afraid?"
Even the prince clenched his fists to cover up the sweat in his palms - he couldn't help but complain, what is the psychic Taoist priest doing?
If you refuse to admit it before, there will always be room for improvement.
Now that the bloody verification is verified, isn’t it a dead end?
Fangfei's identity is indeed a little bit, but it does not mean that she is really not the daughter of King Yan.
If so, what should I do?
Even the two princes had sweat on their foreheads.
The third elder also looked solemn, as if he had never experienced such a terrible moment in his life.
However, the queen still did not move.
Still motionless.
Long eyelashes drooped.
The candlelight shone on her face, gloomy and filled with a faint sorrow, forming a faint shadow.
At this moment, my heart calmed down: if the Old Yan King wanted to destroy himself and preserve Xinya and Jieya, it would be impossible.
My dear "Father" - I can't kill myself once, and I will come for the second time.