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Ye Qianli felt embarrassed, but she knew that her son wouldn't say such things. Those so-called big birds must have done it before and said those words, so the little guy could imitate them. Otherwise, how would he know about sleeping and giving birth?
But those so-called big birds…
"Your Highness?" Ye Qianli subconsciously asked Rong Mo, " Are you a disciple of the Kun Clan? "
"Yes." Rong Mo agreed and explained, " They didn't look at me that way. Zong Ming's Nine Heavens Obsidian Flame and Netherworld Ghost Flame were the ones that the Kun Race coveted. However, they still liked the golden phoenix. "
Ye Qianli's expression darkened. She knew what Her Highness meant. She also knew that the Kun Race was coveting Liao Zongming and the Golden Phoenix to nurture more talented descendants.