Tong Huaqiong gasped.
Even though she guessed the deceased was a stand-in, actually hearing it still made waves in her heart.
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old death warrior could still be said to have made his own choice.
But what about the child disguised as Xiao Long?
He probably didn't even understand what happened before he was sacrificed.
"The Crown Prince is dead, the Grand Tutor is dead, many people are dead," Su Chengmin said.
Tong Huaqiong wanted to cover her ears; she didn't want to hear these secrets.
The more secrets you know, the faster you die.
Although this era is not ideal, she still doesn't want to die so early.
"Earlier Aunt Tong mentioned giving them a penny for their transcendence, I thank you on their behalf," Su Chengmin's voice revealed no fluctuation.
He looked at Xiao Long.
Someone had already died for them.
Now he and Xiao Long were completely safe.
As long as they remain anonymous, they could live forever.
