"What do you mean? Fake?" Emperor Zhaoxuan's brows knitted. A trace of gloom flashed through his eyes.

"That's right," on the contrary, Leng Changxi's knitted brows became smooth again. He looked coldly at Qin Zhi, who had a strange expression but then turned to Qin Yunuan with tender filled up in his eyes. "In other words, the dead man was not the Grand Young Master of the Qin family."

"How could that be? The deceased was dressed in his clothes, and the figure was ...