The City Lord Snatching His Son (1)

It was not impossible for Xiahou Qing to take off a person's mask.

Ling Yun's face was exposed to Xiahou Qing.

This was a face that was extremely similar to Yun Xi's. At the same time, it inherited the nose and eyebrows of another person.

An endless sense of familiarity assaulted him. Xiahou Qing's heart tightened as if it was being held tightly by an invisible hand.

He stared at Ling Yun without blinking. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out of his throat.

Ling Yun snatched the mask from his hand and turned to put it back on his face before walking out.

Xiahou Qing came back to his senses and grabbed Ling Yun's wrist without a word.

Ling Yun shouted in a low voice, "Let go!"

Xiahou Qing did not let go.

"Who is causing trouble in my Hundred Flowers Palace?"

Accompanied by a domineering and cold voice, the Palace Lord flew over. Her purple dress unfolded in midair like a blooming purple lotus.