Qin Yi looked into Yun Qinglian's eyes, but his mind was racing. He couldn't figure out what Yun Qinglian meant—did she really know something, or was she trying to trap him with words?
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand what the Eldest Princess is saying. Yun Baixuan, the Eldest Prince, what are you talking about?"
Yun Qinglian chuckled, "Mr. Qin, your acting is quite impressive."
Qin Yi still looked puzzled.
Facing Qin Yi's gaze, Yun Qinglian spoke slowly, "Didn't Yun Baixuan die at Mr. Qin's hand? Including the Empress and that Black Armor warrior. Aren't these all your handiwork?"
Qin Yi's eyes slightly narrowed, then he laughed, "I really don't know what you're talking about."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know. I'll tell you, Mr. Qin, just listen to see if I'm right."
Qin Yi looked at her with interest.
