C199 Fake Prince

Artificial Prince.

In an instant, Duanmu Qingxue, who was feeling unwell, felt that the ice and snow had disappeared, and the pressure had dissipated like the spring breeze.

The expression of the white-robed general changed, and he stared at the very young Ye Qingfeng in shock.

"Why didn't you kneel?"

"Why are you kneeling?" Ye Qingfeng asked calmly