Two voices echoed simultaneously.
One was Helian Wei Wei's, languid and indolent, a smile on her lips.
The other one was Baili Jia Jue's, he stood straight with head tilted, a silver face like a perfect ice sculpture, leisurely rolling up the cuffs of his sleeves as the corners of his mouth curved in an enchantingly cold manner, his voice sexily deep and low, yet emotionless.
Wei Wei actually didn't expect that Third Prince wanted to say the same thing she did and glanced sideways to take a look at the man.
Third Prince actually appeared indifferent and only faced her with a raised eyebrow.
Head Abbot Fang Zhang, however, stared eyes wide. What did he say, this girl and this stinky fellow were truly a bit alike!
Look, the arrangement that they suggested was astonishingly exactly the same!
Retired Emperor also stared blankly, after which he laughed. "Then just as what this lass, Wei Wei has said, let's have Madam Su suffer instead of her daughter."
