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Luo Qingcheng smiled faintly: "You're only just realizing that?"

Ye Xiao glanced at him sideways: "I'm not a god, you've been lying to me all this time."

"When have I ever lied to you? What word have I said that is false? I choose not to say what I cannot say, and not a single word I say is a lie." Luo Qingcheng suddenly raised his head, his gaze lingering on her face, scrutinizing her closely, before drifting away in disappointment.

Memories flashed through Ye Xiao's mind like a revolving lantern. He simply remained silent at crucial points or evaded the question, and sure enough, not a single word was a lie. Ye Xiao gritted his teeth. How cunning…

"No wonder you went to great lengths to follow the third brother to the Netherworld City. Did you come here to take his position?" Ye Xiao gritted his teeth again.

Luo Qingcheng paused slightly, his gaze drifting into the distance: "This position was originally mine, and it will remain mine in the future. What's the point of talking about seizing it? Why was Fallen Leaf Manor established? Why am I so desperately searching for the Maha Divine Ring? The first step, naturally, is to reclaim Wudu City. The reason I came here this time is simply to see the place where my father once lived. I'm a little anxious because I've never been here before."

"Then... what about the third brother? And... Madam Xiao, she will also be implicated. If I'm not mistaken, she is the legendary number one beauty in the martial arts world, Xiao Hanqing. You call Xiao Ruqing Aunt Ru, so Xiao Hanqing is your mother, right?"

Luo Qingcheng suddenly looked up, his deep, dark eyes suddenly blazing with fire: "Who? That woman? Does she deserve to be a mother? Heh, is there any mother in the world who abandons her child for her lover? Is there any mother in the world who kills her child for her lover? Is there any mother in the world who doesn't recognize her child standing right in front of her? Heh... She's nothing but a selfish, cold-hearted, vicious woman... Heh, why should I care about a woman like that?"

The needle-like fire in his eyes stung Ye Xiao. She suddenly forgot her vow not to have any further entanglement with this man, and involuntarily grasped his hand: "Qingcheng?"

Luo Qingcheng's body trembled slightly, but he hardened his heart and withdrew his hand: "Xiaoxiao, would you like to hear a story from me?"

Ye Xiao nodded, listening to his story:

My father, Lu Mingfei, was a martial arts prodigy, one in a hundred years. He was only fifteen years old when he mastered the world-renowned Netherworld Divine Skill. He absorbed the essence of various martial arts from the Mahayana sect and created the Eighteen Forms of Netherworld, which were unparalleled in the world, making him invincible in the martial arts world.

At eighteen, he ventured alone into the Valley of Heavenly Crafts, defeated the Seven Masters of Heavenly Crafts, and obtained seven extremely powerful treasures, some containing poisons and sleeping potions, others firearms. Whether these seven treasures ignited his ambition to dominate the martial arts world or not, he began leading the Shimohe Sect down from Wudu, establishing new cities, and expanding his power.

At first, Shimohe's actions were no different from those of other sects, and did not attract their attention or concern. Later, my father went to the Central Plains, met the Xiao sisters, fell in love with Xiao Hanqing, and married her. The following year, I was born.

Then, a sudden change occurred. After giving birth to me, Xiao Hanqing ran away and openly lived with Li Zhong, the leader of the martial arts alliance. This was an unbearable humiliation for my father, so he went to the capital to seek justice. Li Zhong was the leader of the martial arts alliance, and all the sects protected him, instead accusing my father of indiscriminately killing innocent people and stealing someone else's love. As a heretic, he was discriminated against, mocked, and framed in the Central Plains. He didn't get justice, but instead was burdened with fabricated charges.

After returning to Wudu, Father's temperament changed drastically. He began to expand recklessly, indiscriminately attacking various sects. At this time, the Shimohe Sect was powerful, Father was in his prime, and with the help of the Seven Masters of Heavenly Crafts, the Central Plains martial arts world was filled with fear and bloodshed.

Xiao Hanqing's betrayal was a devastating blow to my father, yet he loved me dearly. Because I lacked a mother's love, I was born weak, and my father moved me to the gentle Jiangnan region to be raised by my aunt, Xiao Ruqing. Aunt Ruqing was gentle and kind, and she took great care of me. Therefore, although I lacked a mother, I lived a very happy and fulfilling life until I was five years old.

All the changes happened when I was five years old.

It was a winter day. A winter day in Jiangnan, the sun was warm, and a gentle breeze was blowing. I was playing in the courtyard when Aunt Ru brought over some osmanthus and lotus seed soup. I still remember what she looked like that day; she was wearing a light purple cotton robe, and a phoenix hairpin trembled slightly in her hair. She was like a bright pearl in the sunlight, shining brilliantly. Years later, when I saw her again, although she still retained her beauty, she had long since withered like a dry leaf, utterly haggard.

"Cheng'er, do you miss your mother?" Aunt Ru bent down and tenderly fed me soup. Her voice was like a nightingale's song, like silver bells in the wind.

I had no concept of motherhood and didn't understand the meaning behind her words; I just smiled foolishly at her.

“Your mother misses you and wants to see you…” Aunt Ru continued to explain to me.

I just smiled foolishly and didn't say anything. Aunt Ru kissed me gently: "Cheng'er, Aunt Ru will take you out to play and see your mother, okay?"

I was thrilled to hear that we were going out to play, so I snuggled into her arms and said, "Okay... I want Aunt Ru to take me out to play... Let's go right now!"

Aunt Ru evaded the guards protecting us at home and led me to an inn. There I met Xiao Hanqing, that woman. I didn't like her at first sight. She looked exactly like Aunt Ru, except Aunt Ru was bright and innocent, without a trace of guile, while Xiao Hanqing was full of worries, her eyes filled with malice. She brought me a toy, a little wooden chick that would peck at rice if you pulled the string. I was happy, but I didn't like this woman. I begged Aunt Ru to take me home.

However, I was never able to go back. I don't know what happened back then; I only remember crying myself to sleep, and waking up in a galloping carriage. Aunt Ru wasn't there; only that woman who was supposedly my mother was with me. I cried and wanted to go home, but she beat me severely.

I don't understand why Aunt Ru abandoned me, leaving me with this cold-hearted woman. She constantly berated and beat me along the way, and I wandered miserably for over twenty days. Then that woman took me to the mountains, to a cliff not far from Lonely Cloud Fortress.

It was the dead of winter, and the mountains were covered in thick snow. Two men were sparring in the snow. I recognized one of them as my father; he had been busy working away from home for months, and I hadn't seen him since. The other man was someone I didn't recognize at the time, but my father later told me he was Li Zhong, the leader of the martial arts alliance. By then, I had started practicing martial arts and understood the situation somewhat; my father clearly had the upper hand.

"Father!" I cried out joyfully. It was wonderful! I had seen my father. He could take me home and away from that wicked woman.

My father seemed surprised to see me, and then when he saw the woman, he exclaimed in surprise, "Hanqing, what brings you here?"

The woman ignored my father and suddenly grabbed my neck, saying viciously to him, "Lu Mingfei, you despicable scoundrel! Why won't you let us go? I don't love you, I've always hated you! Every day with you is torture! Why did you go to such lengths to drag me back? I won't go with you. Look carefully, your son is here. If you dare to lay a finger on Zhong Ge, if you dare to beat him, I'll kill your son!"

I felt dizzy, my chest was tight, and I was short of breath. I was both scared and angry, and I couldn't even cry out. I heard my father scream, and I saw a masked man jump out from the side and strike my father in the chest. My father's body swayed, and blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Although my father was injured, his martial arts skills were still formidable. But he dared not make a move, because I was in that woman's hands. I heard my father plead softly for her to let me go, and I heard him promise to forgive them forever and never pursue their past sins.

Later, the woman loosened her grip, and I thought I was free, but then I heard my father calling my name in fear as he rushed over.

I felt like a kite with a broken string, falling and falling, never reaching the bottom. Somehow, my father caught me, and we fell together. Then I felt my father push me upward with all his might, but the ensuing huge jolt still knocked me unconscious.

When I woke up, I found myself at the bottom of the high cliff I had just fallen from. My father was beside me, covered in blood and barely alive. I finally understood: that woman hadn't intended to let me go; she had thrown me off the cliff. To save me, my father had jumped after me, catching me in his arms. In the final moments before we hit the ground, my father sacrificed himself, shielding me, but sustaining severe injuries.

I was terrified and hugged my father, crying loudly. My father slowly opened his eyes and smiled gently at me.

He told me not to be afraid, that I would have to walk my own path from now on. I refused, and just hugged him and cried. Later, my father gave me a package.

"Cheng'er...this contains some important teachings from the Shimohe School. It includes the Netherworld Divine Art and the Eighteen Forms of the Netherworld, which I have studied for many years. You must practice them diligently; if you master these martial arts, you can become a top master in this world. Also, there is a map here, detailing the entire terrain of Wudu City and all the secret passages. And..."

My father also told me that the sacred object of the Shmaha sect had been stolen by the envoys of the martial arts alliance. He described in detail its appearance and uses, and urged me to find the sacred object of the Shmaha sect in my lifetime and to promote the Shmaha religion.

Finally, my father told me about the general situation of the Shmaha sect, and gave a detailed account of the origins and character of the Four Heavenly Kings. He was worried that the Martial Arts Alliance would be waiting for me on my way back to Udu, so he told me not to go directly back to Udu, but to first find the mysterious Wealthy Heavenly King and ask him to find a way to escort me back to Udu...

My father kept talking and talking, giving me countless instructions, as if he wanted to explain every danger I might encounter in my life. Later, he finally ran out of strength, like a burnt-out oil lamp, only able to stare at me, staring intently at me, as if filled with many regrets and worries, until... his death.

My father died in the end. I was left alone, trembling with fear and heartbroken, holding my father's cold, stiff body, crying until blood streamed from my eyes.

I remember the mountains were deserted and silent. Only a crescent moon hung overhead, cold and still. For a long time afterward, whenever I saw the moon, I would think of my innocent father who died unjustly, of that vicious and cruel woman, and of that winter day filled with tragedy…

Who are you?

"Later, I fled from the mountains. It started snowing, and I fell down the mountain. Cold and hungry, I almost died. Luckily, I met a couple visiting relatives with their child who rescued me and even took me to Jinling. But then the greedy king had already absconded with the money, so I had to travel to Suzhou, begging for a living and enduring countless scornful looks… Fortunately… Uncle Shen took me in." Luo Qingcheng took a sip of tea and ended his story. The past was indeed unbearable to recall. More than ten years had passed, and he had never deliberately reopened that wound. Sometimes he thought it had healed, but it remained deep in his heart, occasionally causing him pain in his nightmares…

"So... you and Lao San are really brothers? He's also your father's son?" Ye Xiao asked hesitantly.

Luo Qingcheng paused, a look of pain flashing in his eyes. "I only know that I am my father's only son... My father never had any other woman in his heart but Xiao Hanqing. If it weren't for that, if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have died. If only he had fallen in love with someone else, if only he could have liked Aunt Ru... our family would have lived happily together... Later, when I met Aunt Ru... I realized that she had always only loved my father..."

Ye Xiao lowered his head and remained silent for a while before asking in a low voice, "Your mother... um, I mean, Madam Xiao fell in love with Li Zhong? Is it possible that the third child was born to her and Li Zhong?"

Luo Qingcheng slowly raised his head: "I had the same suspicion, but I asked about the third brother's birth date and time. If Madam Xiao did not deliberately hide it, it should not be him. He is only three months younger than me."

Ye Xiao sighed. Qingcheng was truly pitiful. She really hoped there was a way to help him forget his painful past, but... she clearly didn't have that ability. Perhaps Shen Wan could offer him some comfort? As for herself, her biggest concern right now was the third brother. Not only was his position in danger, but his life was too... How could she get Luo Qingcheng to show leniency? Perhaps arousing his sympathy for the third brother would work; she'd give it a try: "So... so who exactly is he? If... Madam Xiao isn't his mother, then he's become an orphan? He loves his mother so much, wouldn't he be heartbroken? The third brother is so pitiful..."

Luo Qingcheng coldly shrank back slightly: "Grandpa Feng Sihai told me some of what happened later. The situation was that my father disappeared along with Li Zhong, the leader of the martial arts alliance. Rumor had it that my father had used despicable means to assassinate the leader. As a result, the martial arts alliance rallied its various factions and marched north to attack Wudu City. Wudu City, leaderless, suffered repeated defeats and had no choice but to let the martial arts alliance seize much of our property. The Shimohe Sect retreated to its stronghold and defeated the martial arts alliance at Feiyunjian, preserving the last piece of pure land. Later, the whole city re-elected a city lord, and Madam Xiao suddenly returned to Wudu with a child, claiming that he was my father's heir. My father always considered Madam Xiao's infidelity a great disgrace and never mentioned it in the sect. In addition, I grew up in Jiangnan and almost no one in Wudu City had ever seen me. So for a time, no one suspected that the child naturally became the young master of Wudu City, which should be the current Xiao Xun."

"Feng Sihai had a very close personal relationship with my grandfather and always treated my father like his own son. He knew a little about my father's affair with Xiao Hanqing. He also saw me when I was young, but he refused to believe that the child was me. However, at that time, both the Enforcement King and the Settlement King expressed their support for Madam Xiao, and no one except my father knew the true identity of the Wealthy King. He was powerless and had no choice but to fall out with the other two kings. He led a large group of people out of Wudu and infiltrated the Central Plains to search for my whereabouts. Later, he finally made contact with Uncle Shen and found me. After this split, the Shimohe Sect collapsed and could no longer compete with the Martial Alliance. It had no choice but to hide in Wudu City and make no further progress for more than ten years. As for Xiao Xun, I think he was just a tool being used... It doesn't matter whether he is Zhang San or Li Si..."

Ye Xiao muttered again, "Poor third brother... suddenly he became an orphan of unknown identity, and his own brother took away his position and everything... How can you let him bear it? Can you... please don't do that? Weren't you brothers before? Please... I'm begging you? If you turn against each other, how difficult will it be for me, the eldest brother..."

Luo Qingcheng suddenly didn't even want to speak. That person... stole his mother, stole his status and position, stole the comfortable life that was rightfully his, stole the woman he loved... Wasn't he the one who truly felt humiliated?

Ye Xiao stayed in the room for a while longer. He had originally wanted to ask about the resettlement of Tianwang Shaxiong, but seeing Luo Qingcheng's continued coldness and distance, he had no choice but to take his leave, disheartened. In his heart, was hatred heavier than anything else? Could the friendship they had built over so long be less important than the grudges and feuds of the previous generation…?

"Third brother... your mother is so beautiful... I've never seen such a beautiful and elegant woman. She's like a goddess who doesn't eat the food of mortals. Is she very strict with you?" When they arrived at Xiao Xun's residence, Ye Xiao asked, pretending not to care.

Xiao Xun remained sincere, quickly brewing her a cup of hot tea: "My mother is very gentle; she is the best mother in the world. She raised me personally from a young age, taking care of everything for me, from food to clothing, never delegating to anyone else... My father passed away early, and she took on both roles, raising and educating me without ever slacking off. She always taught me to be an upright person, a man of integrity, to prioritize the well-being of the people and the greater good of the martial arts world, and not to get caught up in personal grudges."

Ye Xiao accepted the hot tea, somewhat bewildered. The same woman, portrayed as a mother by both men, yet their opinions were worlds apart. Thinking of Luo Qingcheng's tragic past and Xiao Xun's innocent and pure nature, her heart ached even more. In a daze, her hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled down her cheeks, causing her to jump up with a cry. Tears inexplicably streamed down her face.

Xiao Xun paused slightly, then rummaged through the drawer for some ointment, carefully applying it to her. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Big brother... you haven't made up with second brother yet? You two have gotten into this mess... Second brother's been acting like he's lost his mind, barely acknowledging me..."

Ye Xiao glanced at him silently, feeling extremely troubled. But then she heard Xiao Xun laugh and say, "Boss, today is the tenth of the month. Uncle Wen puts on a shadow puppet show for the children of Wudu City on the tenth of every month. You know how remote this place is, there's almost no entertainment here, and the children all love him... He's the one who performs the birthing ceremony for every child here."

"A wrapping ceremony?" Ye Xiao was somewhat bewildered.

"It's a ritual of the Shamoha. Here, the Heavenly King of Law Enforcement is present at the birth of every child. He wraps the child in a white cloth that has been imbued with the holy spirit, symbolizing that the child will become a child of the Shamoha Holy Spirit... Well, we are a small sect, you may not have heard of the boss... Uncle Wen said that he also performed the wrapping ceremony when I was born."

Something flickered in Ye Xiao's mind, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "Hmm... let's go take a look."

Before even reaching the side hall, they could hear children's laughter. Xiao Xun quickly smiled happily at Ye Xiao: "It's already started... When I was little, I also loved Uncle Wen the most. Uncle Wen's shadow puppetry is excellent, comparable to yours, Boss."

Shadow play… Memories faded like smoke, and the carefree old days reappeared. Ye Xiao forcibly suppressed the bitterness in his heart. Given the current situation, it was best to find a solution that satisfied both sides. He couldn't abandon Qingcheng, and he couldn't let anything happen to his third brother… In this crucial moment, he still had to rely on himself…

Ye Xiao took a deep breath and entered the side hall.

Hiding behind a curtain, Wen Yunchun was putting on a captivating performance of "Sun Wukong Thrice Beats the White Bone Demon." He mimicked Tang Sanzang's gruff, honest voice as he scolded his disciple, then switched to Sun Wukong's clear, righteous voice, and finally, the White Bone Demon's seductive, cunning voice, each imitation perfectly executed. Ye Xiao listened intently, joining a group of jubilant children in cheering, clapping, and applauding. He even eagerly inquired about Wen Yunchun's address, saying he wanted to learn shadow puppetry from him.

Xiao Xun was overjoyed that she liked it so much. After Wen Yunchun's performance, he personally showed her the residence of the Enforcement King Wen Yunchun.

As night fell, dark clouds obscured the moon, and a fierce mountain wind blew, rustling the pines. Adhering to the golden rule of thieves—"steal the wind, not the moon"—tonight was the perfect opportunity to commit a crime.

She silently scaled the wall of Wen Yunchun's house, bypassed the guards, and slipped into his room like a fish. According to reliable information she had seemingly unintentionally gleaned from Xiao Xun, Wen Yunchun was supposed to be presiding over a small sacrificial ceremony elsewhere that night.

Since Luo Qingcheng is the true young master of Youming City, and he was branded with the mark symbolizing his status as the heir to the Youming City lord from birth, Wen Yunchun, who performed the burial ceremony for him, should have been well aware that Xiao Xun was a fake young master. Yet, instead of exposing his identity, he defied public opinion, supported the fake young master, and devoted himself to caring for Xiao Xun and his mother for over a decade. This makes Wen Yunchun a highly suspicious person. What other motives does he have? Or what is his true identity? These are precisely the questions Ye Xiao is eager to understand. Only by clearly understanding the true situation in Wudu City can she possibly deal with the impending storm.

A faint crackling sound rang out, and a tinderbox lit itself. Ye Xiao shielded herself from the already dim light and began searching the room. She didn't know what she was looking for; only a vague glimmer of light shone in her heart.

Wen Yunchun's room was clean and tidy, exuding a strong scholarly atmosphere. The bookshelves were full of all kinds of books, and the furnishings in the room also showed the owner's extraordinary taste. Most of them were antiques and rare objects collected from all over the Central Plains, as well as some rare items from the Western Regions, many of which even the well-traveled Ye Xiao had never seen before.

Ye Xiao searched the room but found nothing suspicious. Suddenly, a creak startled her. Looking up, she saw that a window had been blown open by the mountain breeze. Trembling slightly, she went to close it. A familiar, faint fragrance drifted in from outside. Ye Xiao stopped, closed her eyes, and pondered. Suddenly, she leaped out of the window.

She extinguished the tinderbox in her hand. The courtyard was so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. Relying entirely on her keen sense of smell, she found the direction, held her breath, and lit the tinderbox in her hand again.

In the dim firelight, an orchid quietly bloomed, releasing an extraordinary fragrance. A Jade-Colored Guanyin! An extremely rare and prized orchid, Xiao Ruqing's most beloved flower… Xiao Ruqing's dying words: Huang Chongshan has another identity; he is actually… a king…

Memories flooded back, and Ye Xiao suddenly felt a sense of clarity. She now knew who Wen Yunchun truly was. Huang Chongshan, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance; Boss Zhou, the murderer of Yang Dui—so many identities, like a shadow play he performed, each mask representing a different life. It was just a pity that playing so many roles inevitably led to his slip-up.

Suddenly, some noises came from behind. Ye Xiao turned around, confused, and felt a sudden numbness in his waist, causing him to fall to the ground...

Who exactly are you? (Part 2)

Luo Qingcheng waited for Ye Xiao at the door. He needed to talk to her about something, but she wasn't there. Night had fallen, and it was pitch black all around; the only sound in the city was the wind. Luo Qingcheng paced back and forth at the gate. Where could she have gone? With Xiao Xun? A pang of heartache shot through him, and he sighed almost imperceptibly, deciding to go check on Xiao Xun. He turned and walked into a street.

He hadn't walked far when he heard some unusual noises around him. Was that person finally about to make their move? He quickened his pace and indeed heard a jumble of footsteps all around him. With a cold laugh, Luo Qingcheng wiped the mask off his face...

Early in the morning, Wen Yunchun arrived at the council hall with a heavy heart. It was the end of the month again, and the council hall held its monthly meeting to discuss matters large and small in Wudu City. Ever since Xiao Xun returned with Luo Qingcheng and Ye Xiao, his mood had been anything but calm, and today it was especially so.

The council chamber was filled with the same people. Xiao Xun still appeared completely guileless, Anzhi Tianwang Sha Xiong always wore a gloomy face, and Madam Xiao was always so elegant and poised. Each time, she reminded him of someone, causing him genuine heartache. There were also several other leaders, large and small. Everything seemed normal.

After they sat down, they discussed some trivial matters. Near the end, Wen Yunchun suddenly spoke up: "Something happened last night. A petty thief broke into my house, and I caught him. I don't know what to do with him?" After saying that, he suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on Xiao Xun and Sha Xiong's expressions.

Xiao Xun was slightly surprised: "This little thief is so bold? He actually dared to steal from the Heavenly King? That's truly astonishing!"

Sha Xiong also snorted coldly: "Wen Tianwang can handle this kind of trivial matter himself; there's no need to bring it up for discussion. Wudu hasn't been very peaceful lately; petty thieves of all sizes are out and about!"

Wen Yunchun breathed a slight sigh of relief. Last night, Ye Xiao barged into his residence, and after being caught, she claimed she had come specifically to learn shadow puppetry, refusing to tell the truth. He worried that he might have given himself away, but now it seemed Xiao Xun and Sha Xiong knew nothing about it. Could it be that they had no connection to this matter? But why did Ye Xiao come to his room in the middle of the night? This girl was very cunning. Of course, he didn't believe she came to learn from him, but what suspicious thing about him had she discovered?

And then there's that scourge Luo Qingcheng! He can't be allowed to live any longer. Since he's traveled all the way to Wudu City to die, I must grant him his wish! This matter must be done as soon as possible, lest things get complicated. I've already ordered my subordinates to find an opportunity to kill that brat, without anyone knowing.

Just as Wen Yunchun was about to get up and take his leave, he heard Sha Xiong say with a forced smile, "I also have something to say. This morning, there was a group fight at the entrance of the Holy Temple. I brought them back with me and wanted to discuss with everyone how to handle it."

"Our ancestors established a rule that fighting and brawling are forbidden around the sacred temple, lest it desecrate the holy spirit. Just punish them severely according to the rules; there's no need to discuss this further." Wen Yunchun was somewhat impatient. For many years, in Wudu City, only minor matters could be discussed openly; for major issues, consensus was almost never reached. However, he spent most of his time outside of Wudu City, expanding his influence in various places.

“But most of them are Wen Tianwang’s subordinates, and they even said they were acting on your orders… Why don’t we call them up and ask them what’s going on?” Sha Xiong’s smile became even more sinister.

Wen Yunchun gave an "oh" and didn't reply, silently pondering the possible changes in his mind, and nodded.

A large group of people were brought in, and Xiao Xun exclaimed in surprise, "Second Brother! What are you doing here? You've finally taken off your mask?"

Wen Yunchun looked up and saw Luo Qingcheng entering with a large group of his trusted men. He suddenly realized that his men must have been ordered to hunt down Luo Qingcheng, and somehow they just happened to be at the entrance of the Holy Temple, where Sha Xiong happened to see them. What a bunch of incompetent fools! Madam Xiao was slightly taken aback when she saw Luo Qingcheng's face, but she still didn't say anything.

"Aji, what exactly happened?" Wen Yunchun sneered inwardly, pretending to ask the leading man.