"Sister Zi Mo, is what you're saying true? That man lying there, half-dead, is King Yan? The King Yan of the Xiang Dynasty?" Gu Qingyu, having overheard their conversation, blurted out.
"Shut your mouth!"
Xuanyuan Zimo's face darkened, and she almost couldn't resist slapping her across the ear.
"Gu Qingyu, are you ill or something, scared that others don't know that we're aware of their identities? Or are you afraid of living too long, of life being too tough?"
Still whispering, she angrily questioned.
What gibberish is this? Is she actually trying to curse someone to remain half-dead? She has never seen someone so foolish!
"What did I do to you? Wasn't it you who said that person is... Ah!"
Before Gu Qingyu could finish her sentence, she was slapped across the face by Brother Zheen, causing her to cry out in pain. She stood stung, covering her face, looking at Brother Zheen in disbelief.
"Brother Zheen, you hit me?"
