In front of so many people, Chen Muxue naturally wouldn't rashly ask questions related to modern matters; she just stared in awe at the Fire Fox.
Nature has never been stingy in creating beauty, especially for small animals, and the fiery coat of this fox made people inexplicably feel that its personality must also be as passionate as fire.
However, after watching for so long, the Fire Fox remained motionless, and Chen Muxue realized something was off.
"It has been dead for many years now," the woman said calmly, noting Chen Muxue's gaze.
"I'm sorry." Chen Muxue lowered her eyelids and shifted her gaze away.
After Cen Lizhui explained what he knew about the woman's general situation, Chu Wuyi had a face full of hesitation.
"Do you know something?" Cen Lizhui was the first to notice the strangeness in his expression.
Chu Wuyi said weakly, "Xuan Jing... if I'm not mistaken, the Crown Prince is also called Xuan Jing and is twenty-four this year."
