Xuan Ying looked at Xia Ling, “Madam, why are you pulling me? How could this Zhou Yu Die so easily? I feel that there must be something fishy going on. I want to ask Yingluo what exactly happened in the southern land during this period of time. How did Zhou Yu Die? where is his corpse buried now?”
Xia Ling looked at Xuan Ying with blame. “Since Yingluo said that Zhou Yu is dead, then he must be dead. Why are you asking so many questions?”
“But...”
“There aren’t so many buts. Whatever Yingluo says is true. Yingluo said that Zhou Yu is dead. As his father, do you still want to find out that Zhou Yu is not dead?”Xia Ling asked back.
Xuan Ying froze and suddenly understood something. He lowered his voice and said, “Madam, do you know something? Is it that Zhou Yu isn’t dead and Yingluo is lying? But why would yingluo lie?”