Su Miao met his gaze and curled his lower lip, "Your Majesty, it's not worth it for such a person." She pointed out, "The King of Persia must know your kindness and will not have a rift with Xiliang. The Persian messengers must also want to know the truth of the matter."

Di Beiyu's eyes were slightly condensed, and a dark light flashed quickly in his eyes, "Concubine Ning said something reasonable."

Everyone, "………”

What puzzle are these two fighting?

It’s obvious that it’s just a look at each other, why do you seem to know what the other person is saying?

Why don't they know?!

Just when the Persian envoy could not help but speak, Su Miao suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a certain direction in the Persian envoy's center. His sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the person, "Torre, this person is the real murderer who killed you, right?"

As soon as the words were finished, everyone was in an uproar!

She actually said that the murderer was... a Persian envoy?!

Is this woman crazy? Even if she makes a quibble, she can't be so bottomless!

And, who was she talking to just now—Torre?!

"Concubine Ning!" The Persian envoy was furious, "Mr. Torre is no longer alive, what are you talking nonsense!"

"First pretended to be the queen, then he attacked Lord Torre. Now he even bites back. Do you really think there is no one in Persia?"

"If Your Majesty still has the kindness of a great country, please give us Persia justice as soon as possible!"

“…”

The Persian envoys were righteous and wanted to eat Su Miao, and some even rushed to her.

But at this stall, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew around, and the strange airflow caused a tremor on the skin. Everyone suddenly shivered, but Su Miao suddenly trembled, his whole body trembled, and even his lips were trembling slightly!

Everyone was shocked and took a step back one after another.

Di Beiyu's pupils shrank almost without notice, but suddenly he stepped on his long legs and the only one who strolled towards her.

"Your Majesty, dangerous!"

Someone behind him shouted.

However, before he could get close, Su Miao's body suddenly calmed down and turned around expressionlessly.

"Angre, Lemon."

She made a sound slowly, but... she pressed against this face that belonged to her and made a man's voice!

And the sound...Torre?!

Everyone gasped again, and suddenly felt creepy. Angel and Lemon, who were named by her, even their legs were weakened.

"This...what's going on?"

"Why is her voice...I...I seem to hear Lord Torre's voice!"

"Looking at how she was shaking like that just now, could it be... she was possessed by Torre's unjust soul and asked her for life?!"

“…”

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at her.

In particular, Persian envoys, in addition to their initial anger and hatred, were also mixed with a hint of horror.

Di Beiyu's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and his eyes tightly grabbed her.

Su Miao looked expressionless and stared straight into the direction of Angre and Lemon, still Torre's voice, "In order to seize my position, you two harmed me regardless of the kindness of your comrades. Do you think no one will know about these things?"

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes fell on the two people named by her, with doubts.

Angrey suddenly flashed a little panic in his eyes and said furiously: "What are you talking about?"

Lemon cursed, "This woman must be crazy. She wants to frame us in order to clear herself!"

But after the two of them finished speaking, the gust of cold wind just now blew again.

The leaves rustled and shaking violently!
Chapter completed!