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"I never said that I heard that Feng Wu was the murderer." The second prince glared at Feng Xun. "Zuo Qingxian might have heard it, but I didn't, which was why I wasn't convinced."

Feng Xun said, "I see. There I was, thinking that Feng Wu had been judged guilty, but as it turned out, Your Royal Highness never heard such a thing."

The second prince smirked.

It was Zuo Qingxian's turn after that.

He wanted the Purple Sun Swordplay so badly that he was willing to give up everything he had.

After he got his number, he stood in front of the lattice, pressed his hands together, and muttered something.

Feng Xun shouted, "Hey, your voice is too low. You need to say it out loud if you want her help."

Dugu Yamo rolled her eyes at Feng Xun. "Don't make me laugh! Brother Zuo will never beg for Feng Wu's help!"

Feng Xun said, "You never know. Maybe he's doing it in his head. Hey, I mean it. Praying in your head won't work."