"Dead?" Xijian Yunchen's eyes suddenly turned cold and he sneered: "Of course you wish he was dead!"
"What a pity...," he said to the bronze masked person: "Take off the mask and let her see!"
The masked man's fingers touched the edge of the mask. Lin Bingqian's heart was as nervous as a drum beating violently, and her eyes were fixed on his fingers.
The mask in the masked man's hand slowly slid down. Every time it slid down a little, Lin Bingqian's heart sank a little.
Until finally, when the mask completely slipped off, Lin Bingqian was so frightened that she broke down and cried.[
The fingers holding the child suddenly tightened, and the child burst into tears in pain.
A trace of pity flashed in the masked man's eyes, but he stood still and did not move.
"Impossible, Wenren Murphy, aren't you dead?" Lin Bingqian said incoherently.
"Bing Qian," his voice came over vaguely, and a trace of guilt flashed across his face: "I'm sorry, I'm not dead!"
"Impossible, impossible, how could this happen?" Lin Bingqian was at a loss. The news that Wenren Murphy was not dead was too shocking.
She looked at Xijian Yunchen again: "Your Majesty, you deliberately found someone to pretend to be Wenren Murphy and tease your concubine, right?"
An evil smile flashed across the corner of Xijian Yunchen's lips, and he said coldly: "The person with you in the side hall that day was him. Do you think he is a living person?"
Upon hearing these words, Lin Bingqian's whole brain seemed to have stopped spinning.
Seeing the sarcasm on Xi Jian Yun Chen's face, and seeing the sadness and anger in Wen Ren Murphy's eyes, a storm had already arisen in her heart.