"Cousin, I wonder if you remember your third uncle's journey?" In the interrogation room, Jingxin nodded affirmatively, which made Xueyue come to the bottom of the speech: "Your third uncle Jingwan Cheng, married the eighth concubine, the wife of her brother in the family, that is my cousin!"

"What? Is it my cousin or my cousin? Chen Jiu was speechless, staring at the snow moon. He was always red-faced. He felt that he could not afford to lose the man with her.

"Cousin, although our relationship is a little far away, but anyway, it can be counted in three generations. Now the whole family has been killed by bad people...