Mister Bai looked at Chen Qing; his snow-white face, dough-like without a smile, became inscrutable, as expressionless as a dumpling, and asked with curiosity in his voice, "What are you talking about?"
"I am speaking of the Thousand-Faced Fox..." Chen Qing did not continue to beat around the bush; the patience of the one behind him had clearly reached its limit!
"The Thousand-Faced Fox? What does that have to do with me?"
"The Thousand-Faced Fox knows you!" Chen Qing said firmly, staring at the other party: "Even though she posed as the Crown Prince, it was her first time entering the palace, so she couldn't possibly be familiar with the inner court's prohibitions, nor could she have allowed the Ghost Horse to move through them at will, unless there was an accomplice inside the palace."
