Li Mingjue noticed her eyes suddenly became sharp, the corners of her mouth curling into a faint smile, and asked, "Why do you say that, Princess?"
Once Qi Yu entered her role, her whole aura changed.
She analyzed calmly, "Actually, we have always been mistaken. The creator of this illusion is not the City Lord, but the Ghost Envoy."
Li Mingjue did not immediately respond, but waited for her to continue.
He must admit, he quite enjoyed seeing Qi Yu with a cold face.
As beautiful as a peach and as cold as frost, nothing more than that.
