"Well, I just got a little hot, I'll bring it to you."

Zhuanyun sat down and saw the Zuichun Taojiu in front of Peng Yu, frowned: "Why isn't it chrysanthemum wine?"

"I didn't find it. I can only barely drink this."

Looking at the nine-layer flower cake in front of him, Peng Yu cut it with a knife. He gave himself one piece and pushed the other piece to Zhuanyun.

"What is the origin of that little boy? I checked it carefully just now. Although the roots and bones are good, they are just mortals. And his mother... Look at your nervous and solemn appearance, is it related to you?"

Zhuanyun smiled bitterly: "What does it have to do with me? It is true that a boy is a mortal, but his mother has a prominent identity. Well, should he be the deity of his mother?"

It was precisely because of the clarification that Zhuanyun wanted to be buried and cremated himself.

"It's indeed an incarnation? Why, is it someone you know again?"

"That Lord, Your Highness, also knows him, and is also from Kunwu."

"Oh--The eldest princess is very concerned about our Kunwu clan. Do you know everything about the incarnation of the Kunwu clan?"

"I know a little bit." Zhuanyun pretended not to hear the sarcasm in the other party's words: "The incarnation is the God King of Kunwu and the Princess Zhennan."

Bang-

Peng Yu threw his wine glass on the table.

Using the Qiankun Immortal Art to clean it up, Peng Yu hurriedly asked: "Auntie? Her incarnation? Are you sure?"

Princess Zhennan, the half-sister of the Divine Emperor.

Peng Yu was a little confused. Why did he meet an incarnation casually, and he had such a big background?

"Then...then, by seniority, is this little boy or my cousin?"
Chapter completed!