Quan Qingqing couldn't see the Lord's face.

But the clothes he was wearing... that white one! There were familiar patterns outlined on the sleeves of the clothes, and the figure on the back that exactly matched the impression he had, made Quan Qingqing's head go blank for a brief moment.

Quan Qingqing mustered up the courage,

Take steps.

Step by step, we walked directly opposite the Lord.

"What is Qingqing doing?"

"Why does her face feel a little off?"

"Wait! Look at the warden...him! Why does his back look so familiar? Why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"

Everyone in the Quan family couldn't help but have a bad premonition.

They frowned slightly and looked at the back of the Lord's soul.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, but it had been so long that I couldn’t remember where I had seen it.

Sudden!

"Bang-"

The sound of a body collapsing to the ground suddenly sounded in the square, and Quan Qingqing, who was walking towards the Lord's face, suddenly fell to the ground.

His eyes were wide open.

She stared hard at the Lord's face, her whole body was trembling, and her teeth were shaking violently.

"No......!!"

Quan Qingqing collapsed on the ground in silence. After a long while, she burst into disbelief and said: "Impossible! How could it be like this? How could it be you..."

"how so......"

Why does this face appear? It could be him!

"Why?"

"Why why!" Quan Qingqing suddenly felt a string in his head snap.

The face reflected in her eyes was all too familiar to her. It was the person she had spent all her energy trying to resurrect. It was the man she most wanted to see in her midnight dream.

White gown with blue pattern.

The handsome young man captivates all sentient beings.

Even the Quan family members were completely shaken to the ground. With trembling lips, they pointed at the Lord's position and revealed a name that they had not dared to mention for decades, that is:

"Your Majesty, you will... be crowned!"

"He's not dead? He's actually... not dead?!"

how so?

Everyone who saw the Lord's face felt as if nine thunderbolts struck their heads, and their eyes began to turn black.

"He is not Her Majesty the Queen! He is the King! Then who is?!"

"When a soul appears, it is his natural soul! It cannot be faked."

"Why is this happening?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The most unacceptable person here was Quan Qingqing. She could swear that this must be the most unacceptable thing in her life!

It was her idea to ask the Lord to resurrect His Highness instead of Quan Jin.

It was her idea to let the Lord die at the succession ceremony.

Lord Lijue is dead, and since Quan Jin is no longer a master, it would be better for him to bear the pain of leaving the person he cares about most like her. But why? Why is Lord Lord him?

Then everything she does...is a joke!

She spent so much effort to get the king to return, but what was the result? The result was that he had already returned, but she killed him with her own hands!

"No, you can't die."

Quan Qingqing stood up tremblingly.

With her eyes full of fear and fear, she struggled to climb towards the stairs, trying to stop the Lord from moving forward: "You can't die, you can't leave again..."

"Sir, please stop. I beg you to stop."

"I was wrong......"

"I really did something wrong!"
Chapter completed!