"You're quite the actor, aren't you." When they met again at the street corner, Meng Quyi stood with hands on her hips, looking at Malin with a face full of dissatisfaction and curiosity.
Malin understood, her dissatisfaction was because she thought Malin was pretending to be a True Lord, which is a grave sin. If someone found out, Malin might be dragged away to be a living sacrifice—regardless of which faction the True Lord belongs to, they always harshly punish those who impersonate them.
Whether one survives or not afterward truly depends on destiny.
As for her curiosity, she must be wondering why Malin looks so similar to that True Lord, even causing the two sculptor gentlemen to mistake him.
Of course, Malin did not want to tell the girl that Malin was indeed the True Lord from ten years ago.
So he could only smile shyly: "I'm relatively good at acting. When I was young, I thought about whether I could become an actor."
