Zhao Lingxin was stabbed into the right shoulder until the blood washed up in a long dress.
"Lady, why are you doing this?" Zhao Lingxin said with a confused face. Then he cried louder because Yue Ningxiao stabbed the sword deeper towards the bone. If this continued, Zhao Lingxin would be crippled.
Yue Ningxiao still had a cold expression. Not paying attention to Zhao Lingxin's cry.
"Stop pretending. I know you are a fake." Yue Ningxiao noticed that Zhao Lingxin's eyes were aware of the abnormality. He is the Emperor King but without the King's glory.
The fake Zhao Lingxin stopped shouting before standing up straight as if he was not injured.
"The emperor has waited a long time for your arrival," the fake Zhao Lingxin finished speaking, suddenly disappearing into a secret compartment.
