Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ne: "Who objects"At this time, a long-faced, triangular-eyed man with an unimpressive appearance squeezed to the front, his face full of righteous indignation, like a knight facing execution, a valian...all, it was Jiang Wuqian who lay in the coffin at this moment, who had cleared his name.Cao Jie still wore that expression of misery, silently sitting next to Chen Fu.Of the three, Jiang Wang only kne...