Murong Qianxun looked at Duan Yiyi indifferently and said slowly, "Actually, I don't need to explain to you at all, but for the reputation of my master, I must tell you, Qin Yi was not killed by my master."
Duan Yiyi's pale little face was full of sarcasm: "Are you trying to say that my little husband's death has nothing to do with you at all?"
Murong Qianxun was silent for a moment, then said indifferently, "It does have something to do with us, but not much. To be honest, it was his own greed that got him killed."
"Nonsense, I wouldn't believe a single punctuation mark of what you say. Who was my little husband? If not for the Vermilion Bird, who could have killed him?" Duan Yiyi shouted furiously.
Murong Qianxun's face darkened slightly: "On account that you're Qin Yi's kin, I am telling you this. But if you insult my master again, don't blame me for being rude."
